Thursday, 6 June 2019

In her dreams she would go to the ball.
She’d meet her prince.
and dance with him
so unforgettably
that he would search for her later,
search until his lost love was found again.
With a poetic little spell and a wave
of her wand the fairy godmother
made her dream come true.
We read it!
We heard it!
We know it!
Well, we know that
the ball gown and transportation were sorted
but who the fuck
taught her to dance?
Cracked ankles..
crushed toes..
bruised feet..
these things
might have led to
a different outcome.
Maybe the glass slippers were magic
and carried her, step perfectly
in time with the music.
But we should have been told
even in a fairy story,
in a fairy story
we should have been told.

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