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I pull the quilt beneath her chin,
A whispered prayer, all lights grow dim.
She asks me, “Mom, what happened then?”
And I pretend to hold a metal pen.
I speak of queens in silver halls,
Of silent dolls and shattered walls.
But every word I dare to say,
Hides my dream, I've thrown away.
My bedtime stories, sweet and low,
But underneath, the shadows grow.
She sees a world of sugar skies,
Not all the screams behind my eyes.
I soften blades with daisy chains,
Rewrite the war with colourful stains.
She giggles at the ghostly part,
But can't hear how it breaks my heart.
I gift her dreams I never had,
A painted truth that masks the bad.
Yet still, the silence finds a way,
To echo of what I couldn't say.
My bedtime stories, wrapped in lace,
But every rhyme hides some disgrace.
She sleeps through tales I can’t outrun,
My kingdom lost, under the crimson sun.
One day she’ll ask what truths I kept,
What names I buried while she slept.
And if she finds the broken thread,
Will she forgive the things I’ve said?
My bedtime stories, safe and bright,
But stitched with ghosts that haunt the night.
She dreams in peace, too young to see,
Her Wonderland was born from me.
"Goodnight my little queen, sleep tight and well.
Until the morning comes, that breaks my spell."