Cinderella Walks

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My shoes made of dazzling diamonds

Have spikes on the inside;

The beauty I see when I walk

They turn into scorchingly painful nightmares;

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My dresses, which like the sea flow -

Were hand-woven from living adders;

When I walk, their touch makes my skin crawl

And my veins – overflow with venom;

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My smile is the gate to my heart -

It’s a scar that refuses to heal,

Proudly showing itself to the world as I walk;

I once believed naively that scars, too, had appeal;

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My eyes from two grains of grey sand

Have grown into two mountains of granite;

I carry my mountains wherever I walk,

And dance on their slopes with bleeding feet,

A crippled smile, wearing Cinderella’s cerement