fractured fairy tale
*the quotes in italics are from "peter pan" by james barrie
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of all the things a woman can know ... what can be harder than this ? ...
peter pan: [after bumping his head on waking up]” i was not asleep”
... the bed vast ... the minutes hours ... nothing aches likes 3am ...
wendy: “surely you must have felt love once for something... or someone ?”
peter: ” never. even the sound of it offends me “
[wendy tries to touch his face, and he jumps away]
.. sleep is just something you used to do ...
wendy: “oh, how sweet”
[peter looks disgusted]
wendy: “what? are mermaids not sweet? “
peter: “ they'll sweetly drown you if you get too close”
... before him. before his shadow world opened it’s doors. it’s jaws ... and swallowed you whole ...
peter: “ you be quiet ... or i'll banish you just like tink !”
wendy: “i will not be banished”
peter: “then leave. and take your feelings with you !”
... you’ve been eaten alive. desire takes root in your fertile ground. leaching the goodness from you ...
peter: “ to live would be an awfully big adventure !”
... taking with it the benevolence. the maturity. watch them shrivel and die ...
he was one of those deep ones who knew about stocks and shares. of course, no one really knows, but he seemed quite to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him
... it only took one small shadow of doubt to create enough darkness for him to hide in ...
“so you are a cowardly custard.”
“i’m not frightened.”
“neither am i frightened”
“well, then, take it.”
“well, then, you take it !”
... and here he is. at 3am. even though you slammed the door in his face. he knew you were his ...
wendy: ”peter... i should like to give you a kiss”
[peter holds his hand out]
wendy: “don't you know what a kiss is ?”
peter: [hotly] “i shall know when you give me one”
... sometimes they just know. and there you are ... a crazed, stupid, half-blinded thing, clawing and scratching. you idiot, you ...
[hook asked tiger lily if she had seen peter pan, and she replies with a foreign language, and then spits at him]
smee: “she says sorry, but no”
... 3am. can he feel it as you cave in ?. listen as you sigh ?. how he’d love you at these moments ....
now i understand what had hereto been bothering me ... had this trick been in his head all the time ?
... your pale skin marble in the moonlight. your lips damp. your eyes sapphires ...
...and then peter grabbed her and began to draw her toward toward the window.
“let me go” she ordered him ...
(although she was of course very pleased to be asked)
... and later, your tears diamonds, your screams music, your damp tangled hair spun ruby gold ....
...was that boy asleep, or did he stand waiting ... with a dagger in his hand. there was no way of knowing ...
... 3am .... you. stretching ... back arched ... eyes closed ... sheet-a-twisted-rope ...
“keep back, lady. no one is going to catch me and make me a man ...”
... and that seed growing and growing. and damp. you feel damp, warm, sticky, ashamed somehow. and then past caring ...
“oh, well, if you look at at that way ...”
“what other way is there to look at it ?”
... his fingers closing around your pale throat. ever-so-slightly too hard. you know better than to show him your fear. he’s pulling you in and oh, how you want to go ...
peter: “ why do you have to spoil everything? we have fun, don't we? i taught you to fly and to fight. what more could there be ? “
wendy: “there is so much more”
... i know you. i know how much you want to touch me. take your hand from my throat where i’m sick with my own vulnerability. sliding one of your fingers in and out of my mouth like a fucking sword ...
[wendy kisses peter pan and he starts to glow]
captain hook: “ peter... you're pink”
... snarling at me as i lick my lips. sneering as you pin my arms behind my head. holding me there .... and me ... not the thing i am every day, but this new creature ...
she believed in him at the time. but now that she was married and full of sense she had quite doubted whether there was any such person ... until now
... while i bite and scratch and scream and you know darkness. with me writhing underneath you, half-dying and near to tears ...
he put his dreams in a drawer. and sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. but it gets harder and harder to close the drawer ... but he still does. and that is why he is brave.
... suddenly you know what you have always loved so much about the word “please”.
