Shattered Glass Slippers

Cinderella

Fairy Godmother: 

Oh, now, now, now, now, now, just a minute.

You must understand, my dear:

On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken,

and everything will be as it was before.

Royal balls

With all the fluff

Pretty dressed girl twirling and laughing

Strapping young men Promising them the world

The masks are on.

Girls with their heads in the clouds

dancing in their glass slippers

Slippers that hold all their hopes and dreams

believing the words falling off men's lips.

whispering in their ears

all the things they want to hear

not seeing through their carefully crafted masks

Midnight descends and all bets are off.

Carriages turning back to pumpkins

rich men turning back to paupers

taking away their hard earned money

sleeping in their beds.

Leaving them in the dust

leaving nothing behind

but those awful glass slippers

Author's Note

If it seems to good to be true.. odds are... it is. don't always believe what you hear.

Reviews

[B.J]

Such insights into life, such perfection in your words. Making us believe in life again.:)

[Ashira Macy]

Sometimes fairytales are an awful lot like you are wearing beer goggles. I liked the point you made in this that not only Cinderella turned back into her cindery self, but the others at the ball did as well. It is fun to pretend, but when push comes to shove, we are all paupers wishing on stars.