Crumpled Milkskin

Once upon a time one could leave their door open wide, stray off the path
and on occasion, accept kindness from a stranger. Not so. The reasons why
fairy tales were written are as varied as the tales themselves. Whether
they were written in order to dupe the public in the name of nationalism,
or in some cases, simply the concoctions of an opium addled mind – they
have remained cautionary tales through the centuries.

The modern tale of temptations, ignorance or misplaced trust leading to
tragedy is a common one. Today’s world offers much ripe fruit just off the
path, waiting to be plucked and consumed – consequences be dammed.
With the saturation of information available to today’s young – one could
ask how the message of caution seems as beyond reach or flatly ignored
as it is. Like sacrificial lambs, the youth of the ‘Drink Me’ generation are
the ‘Little Red Caps’ of today.

The artificial, idealised past concocted from hollow misplaced memories by
the older generation – is simply that – a concoction – as fanciful, surreal
and false as the fairy tales themselves. Dark deeds went unreported in
family circles, in neighbourhoods and in church meetings – unspoken tales
of sadness.

Stories with a wolf but rarely a prince that have only been told in the minds
of the victims, read and re-read again and again, screamed or whispered in
the dark – tales never to see the light or destined to be recited aloud.

As innocence or weakness will always be – alas the predator will remain.

Crumpled Milkskin
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