Wishes

Tonya,

tall,

slightly overweight,

face soon forgotten,

name unknown to all

Lank brown hair,

hides dull brown eyes,

keeping potential locked away

Manly hands,

rough,

hard and calloused

One crystal tear,

her only treasure,

falls slowly,

the last one she wants to lose

Magic mirror,

longing for magic to be real,

for the lost,

hungry eyes in the plain face to change

Cathrine,

the Lady of Dreams,

nobility,

great Lady

Long fire red hair,

frame two luscious jade pools,

deep enough to drown in

Graceful hands,

no scars,

no manliness,

dance gracefully over a lady's art

Honey skin,

soft as the petals on a rose,

never abused by cheap clothes,

or harsh bargain bin soap

Magic fades,

reality breaks through,

tough and ready

Tonya,

under cheap threadbare material,

chest tight with doubt

Outside tainted air,

garbage,

hunger,

human desecration

Cheeks red,

head low,

She wades out of the trash,

into the cleansing rain

She walks away,

the rain dissolving her to gray