Cinderella was banned from the ball
Her dreams exposed to the final maul

Her stepmother and sisters continued to screech
Upon with their abusive preach

She did not hear a word they said
Over the cloud of dark whispers in her head

As they left for the ball, unbothered by their behaviour
Cinderella was struck by her saviour

Her hands shaky, she had a course of action
The voices providing smooth traction

With no sense of hope
She began to tie the rope

With a step, it was only loose
But she still had her noose

Her head still assured
As she began to secure

Her future began to brighten
As she reached up to tighten

As her heart pumped
With no hesitation, she jumped


The snap of her neck, unnatural bending
This was her fairy-tale ending