Cinderella

Cinderella
Dropped her dress in a crumpled heap on the floor
And cried.
The fairy
Danced, mocking, outside her dark window.
She lied.

And as the night closed in,
Illuminating her sin
In a dark kind of light
She hoped and she prayed and she waited
For her prince.
For her knight.

And as the hourglass turned
And the sand trickled past
Without pause
She dug her nails into her skin,
Her manicured talons,
Her red painted claws.

And she sobbed, lonely, angry, upset
And she wondered
If there'd be a happy end.
Beyond her window
The dawn broke
As night and day began to blend

And she drew the curtain
So as not to see
The beautiful sunrise
And she drew the curtain
So that nobody could see
Her swollen red eyes.

And she thought of the dance
Of the music and lights
Of the brightness
Of her first passing glance
At the darkening night.
Of her deadly blindness.

She cursed herself
And the fairy.
She cursed the prince.
He never did come.
He hasn't been seen even once
Ever since.