Why I Never Woke (Sleeping Beauty Speaks)

It is not a kiss I'm waiting for.

Something less.

The palace is deserted, servants dead.

When heroes came to break the spell,

the threat of molestation law suits

held them back.

I am blessed in sleeping so long.

My relatives wept until they too

all died off.

I dream of going to the shops

and humdrum household chores.

Cryogenic and curse providers

battle over the cause of my condition

while I doze in repose.

And I am happily

undiagnosed,

unique.