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
she lights a cigarette and goes
to another world. because the shit
she smoked yesterday is coming
back to haunt her.
(she loves Halloween)