Old blessing
And older curse.
“...May all your wishes
Come true.”
It cracks open like an egg,
Like a pomegranate
Spilling forth light--
A potential
Bursting over the collective heads.

Wishes and dances,
Slippers and stardust
Don’t play here.
Charm is for a different fable.
See! Young for her years
And full of with what looked like life
But was, in fact, death
She was
No princess.
No lentil-seeking cinder maid,
But magic all the same.

Endings.
And this one too soon,
Like scissors slicing at telomers’ ends.
Think on what is lost. Vanished.
I prayed for her but now,
Now she is dying, splintering
Vanishing into silver dust.
Gone.
A peaceful sleep.
An orison granted
By a warped star.
I will never wish again.