Rag doll sits in cinderella glass slipper
Reading the newspaper
ink jet print social communist
unraveling my day like cancer
Theres a drug in my vein
Im reading suicide letters in the obituaries wondering..
Is mine next.
Im pressed up against the glass wall.
On display. A humuliation. A gutter .
Used in black garter. gold kneck tie, spent .
All Alone. Cliche ,
I am reaching.. Screams echo, but nothing.
Walls come crashing down,
Cinderella you were never perfect.
Cinderella it's midnight and no one came
to save you.
Theres no one at your grave tonight.