He ran a little faster
and she a little slower, clad
in hard glass slippers, he
in royal shoes. He caught her
and asked her why she'd run.
She told him, but the words ran out
as her fine dress dissolved, as her beautiful face
was hidden beneath ash-smeared skin.
But she lifted her chin, unashamed; and
he fell in love with her then.
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A/N: Hi all, I'm back from my hiatus! Work is making it difficult at the moment to write anything novel-length quickly, so I thought I'd go back to where I started for a while: poetry.
I hope you enjoy! Thanks for coming along on the ride with me.
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The Fairytale Wakes
PoetryOnce upon a time is now. A poetry collection celebrating and subverting fairytales.