the floors themselves
laughed when it fit on my foot
the glass slipper
*
do you want a bag
for those, said the woman
who sold me my wings
*
it was no thicker
than a word mid air, that wall
that trapped me for years
the floors themselves
laughed when it fit on my foot
the glass slipper
*
do you want a bag
for those, said the woman
who sold me my wings
*
it was no thicker
than a word mid air, that wall
that trapped me for years