once upon a time
she gazed upon a web of dreams
two shadows were already dancing,
perfectly precariously balancing
among silken-soft beams
she touched the vignette nettings
followed the bindings
setting upon trails of dulled gold
one step,
another,
another,
they don’t connect
another.
you fall
.
.
.
fairytale weavings
break
the mirror tracks you down
you are not wearing a ballgown
you have no crown
there is no prince to catch you
it's someone else's tale
you're
falling
falling
falling
two figures
you watch them ascend
happily ever after
a fractured fairy tale