cinderella's going home but she

pinky-swears that she'll call the

number scrawled across her breasts.

and her little schoolgirl shreds

are being picked apart by the men

on the sidewalk. she's whispering

fuck you to the compliments

and wishing that her shirt covered

just a little more skin.

it's freezing and cinderella's lost

her pumpkin but she won't dare

hitch hike. because naughty girls

get punished.

she lights a cigarette and goes

to another world. because the shit

she smoked yesterday is coming

back to haunt her.

(she loves Halloween)