Silk...
Lace....
Chiffon....
I float
aimlessly
on this ocean surrounding me,
engulfing me,
reminding me of almost
of not quite
of so close.
Cinderella
if Prince Charming married the stepsister
Snow White
if the seven dwarves threw her away
The Little Mermaid
alone and forgotten,
turning into seafoam
...disappearing.
The remains, the memories
of shining,
glowing,
for one moment being iradescent
begin to fade
as I sit in the middle of yesterday.
shedding,
bleeding sparkles
that perhaps I was never meant to wear.
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