Midnight

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
Vengence.
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.