#reimagine
And the clock strikes at twelve,
Cinderella immediately run,
leaving her left, blood-stained glass slippers,
leaving the prince blooded, open skull on the floor.
She is running towards the freedom,
but the night is still young,
and she still has her right glass slippers clean.
Maybe step mother and sister can help
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
I fall in love
with bits of people,
rarely a whole person.
Like crooked smiles on subway stations
or untied shoelaces
or favorite books
or eyes that look like blinking galaxies--
I see the puzzle laid at my feet,
your collarbones, your self-hatred, your bitten down fingernails, your detachment, the wars of your mind, the curve of your spine, the way you scrawl your name with indifference--
All these broken fragments that
shatter and surround me
like the wine glass I dropped,
Shards of glass,
your eyes
reflect me
the deep blood red wine
Drops like crystalline desire--
I might romanticize your flaws
and I might make walls of disillusionment,
but I swear I'll love you like you're whole.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC