I will never be your Cinderella…
my pink-polished toes
are not destined to fit
the fairy-tale image
of your glass-slippered reflection.
I will never be your Sleeping Beauty…
my eyes will remain closed
forever waiting for a prince
to wake me from this eternal slumber
with the promise of true love’s kiss.
Our fairy tale love has fractured…
and left me with nothing
but the bitter taste
of your poison apple
on my tongue.