Cinderella's Shoe

Cinderella’s Shoe

Take all you need but you better need all you take before you’re hitting the empty brakes, running on E and convinced that you’ll still make it to the gas station before there’s not a drop left to come to a complete stop, mopped up, cropped in and adjusted to the right size and complex before the sun begins to rise and we learn of what we will earn when we win the next prize, deprived of intimacy with or without sex, and deplorable to anyone else who’s not adorable at the rhetorical roots of their hair, stuck to the silent sides of their boots because their dignified pride is too angry to remain unified unless it has someone to guide before and after it slept with the bride. And that’s the reality that will hide from you when it’s all too good to be true, leaving you with undecided questions that won’t be answered until you know who is who. What if Cinderella never lost her irate shoe?