Cinderella

she weeps
grubby with the ashes of her fathers mistakes
but her tears yet weave a clear trail
hinting that all can be undone

that blistered feet will once again fit
into slippers of glass
rather than the once sturdy leathers
lying unable to be forgotten at her side

but would that be such a prize?
isn't the sparkle of glass just disguising another type of merciless hold?