Gone Cinderella

Go, go,
Cinderella, to your cage.
Hang your dolls
and princes,
And smell like
the dining room.

I once was
a field of lilies
that trembled
for her passions.

Now I feel
the glory of mud
from ancestors
who played with
fire.

So, go now...
Cinderella.
Tell your stories
to the sinners;
they only have
the guts to
see you
for who you are.

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