Another Cinderella Story

She lays,
On the floor.
No one realizes,
Shes not breathing,
Everyone turns their heads,
Away from her,
Thinking,
Laying there is,
Her foolish-ness for,
An act of self-pitty.
The blood,
Tightly swept,
Beneath her body,
No one see`s it,
She is ignored,
Once and for all.
The dagger,
Lay woven,
Into her dress,
In her skin,
The cut still bleeds,
Down behind her.
Into the puddle of blood,
On the ball room floor.

Reviews

[Victoria Scott]

really sad, but very well written! I love how you formed the words together perfectly...its not just something thrown together that doesn't make sense :) Great Job!