shooting star eyelashes
It was barely morning
The black crow on
The black tightrope
Telephone Line
Knew she had
Decided
She delighted in
Not telling
You
Skipping through the
Dirty kitchen floor
A tisket-a-tasket
Slipping on wounded
Carnage
Out of habit she gave
You one more chance
An offering for the Holiday a
Gift
A chance to eat
What’s in the
Red & green basket
Extracted by mounting
Courage
A sinner should be
Willing to eat away
All their
Sins
Problem Is
He liked the taste
Much too much
Dripping off his
Lip
She recognized the
Wolf long before the
Little Red Hooded
Girl Did
She has no memory of
When it became too
Late
She dug into the
Bottom of her
Pink ballerina
Jewelry box
Finding and putting on
Her shooting -star
Eyelashes
Moonlit feathers strung
Together forming a boa fluttering
Away
No glass slippers in her bag
High heels never quite fit
She always took them off to
Dance
Now she will dance barefooted
Like the witches in the forest
Freely
Maybe even with you
What a thrill to flirt
Again
She smashes the
Glass slippers
Shattering mosaic
Memories
Broken color ornaments
Reflecting barely
Morning light
Shattering sharp pieces
On her feet
And her heart
Breaks
Free
Bleeding vampires
Lick their lips
So very delicately
She smiles
Deliciously
Knowing it is
Not the first
Wooden stake
She will strike
Severing a shadow
Soul
She roams in this
Poem
Knowing there are
No Happy Endings
Yet she feels so
Happy with this
Ending
She turns
The broken
Gold door
Knob
Happy she
Didn’t
Put up the
Christmas Tree
Breathing in
And out
Joy
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