Anatomy of a Prince

By West Ambrose

Bratty. Broken. Fatherless …
                                                             Probably Gay.                   
A great Drama Major.

            A terrible ruler. (But hey, who wants to be that nonsense anyways?)

Slender.                                                Sordid.                          Someone who never looks like they
spend

all their time                 Hiding                                                 in the back of the library with a                                                                                                                       Philosophy major.

Owns the “purposefully-chipped” black nail polish look.    Plays the mandolin.      Pomegranate-

bruised eyelids.

                                     Not your boyfriend, just your maverick.

Eats his nightmares for breakfast.            Names all the constellations with long, coquettish lashes
closed.

        Blue star.              (Plays the mandolin well. Sings with the voice of

Wainwright.)

                           Young God.

                                           Edict of Mania.            

                                    Wiry fingers and tempest-wine lips that
                                                                                  might lean in for a kiss,

         if not for the fact
that he’s already

                                                            Dead.

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West Ambrose is a scrivener and performing artist. Check out his ever queer works at westofcanon.com. If you want anything published in The HLK quarterly or The Crow’s Nest, just ring for the masthead, and let them know.