Second star to the right

And straight on till morning..

She cooked his meals

She made his laundry

When he was ill

She healed him

With no joy and no tenderness

no swetness and no passion

“You’re mine” he said

Then stabbed her

And kissed her

Draining her soul

“Judas” she thought

And faded, evaporated

Vanished in a black hole

Second star to the right

And straight on till morning..

Neverland was at her fingertips

A Neverland of words,

phrases, commas

and full stops.

She locked the door

He kept on pounding

And shouting

He couldn’t enter

She had put the key

In an angel’s hands

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