Cinderella

withered
frayed
dried
pink rose petals
scattered on the hearth
the remains of the dusk
the evening
the night
the dawn
and you will be gone until the night
brings another ball
and I find another fairy
to grant me my wishes
and a mask to hide my face
so you and I can dance
and you won't have to know how much I long
to be held in your arms
swaying to the music
with all the color and light and reality
blur
become one
and you become the only thing that's clear
to me
just before it all ends
before I return to the hearth
where my dreams are born
and I'll only have memories
and visions of you
appearing in the flames
covering my face in ashes
changing my name