Yet again

lost pieces
of her
fairytale
forever,

are now
torn,

thrown
carelessly

like barren
dead seeds

across
the shedding
floor.

love letters
from far
off places.

that won't
be writing
back.

lies shared
in midnight
passion,

between
hot bodies
forged in

a lover's
fire.

now lie

expired.

her existence

with him defined
by love
bought with

grocery
greenback
trading
stamps,

in a

hick
Indiana
general
store in

the middle

of her town.

but what
is bought
in a cheap  
moment,

will not
last the
next.

love bartered.
her soul

pulled
from the
root.

cut and
dry.

to wither
and die.

but the
crows
smile,

their
bellies
full.



Cinderella

will never

be heard

from again.