[...] the king looked at
her one day
that she resembled
his deceased wife [...]
and he suddenly felt
a great love for her.
- J.&W.
Grimm, 1812-
since mum died
he often cried in his
sleep.
he thought I wouldn't hear
it.
I stood outside the door
and wished
they were my tears.
my feet were getting cold.
one night
he opened the door
to find me on the corridor
with naked feet, in my
nightdress.
he said I could
lie down
next to him
where my mother used to
lie
and warm my feet
under the duvet
I lay down next to him
and warmed my feet
under the duvet
that he used to share
with my mum
he touched my face.
the winter was creeping
through the walls
of our castle
he said he would
warm me
so I wouldn’t fall ill
he took off my nightdress
to warm me
with his body
when he was finished
I went into to the
bathroom
to wash off
the blood
between my legs
