Fretless

She clung onto sarcasm and laughed at the folks
Who obviously weren't in on the joke.
For ten years ago on a white snowy night
She awoke to the sound of the rest of her life.
A scream and a cry and a shatter of ice
Santa had left without a goodbye.
So she stayed under covers and hugged her glass prize
Slippers from dad, before all the noise.
The gifts captured dust and the mistletoe died
As air from the cold crept on inside.
The Easter bunny bailed and tooth fairy spent
All the silver dollars on discounted rent.
She sneered at the damsel and scoffed at the spells
Of princes and dragons in all fairy tales.
Impossible knights created by lies
For no one was good - none even tried.
So she donned a blue dress and fixed up her hair
With ribbons and jewels and curls and flair.
Her slippers of glass were three sizes too small
But she squeezed in both feet- toes and all.
Not one step too soon when they started to crack
And broke into pieces all over the grass.
She fell to her knees and panicked in fear
That her soul would fall next beside the glass here.
But the slivers were small and sliced up her flesh
And the blood flowed quickly - ruined her dress.
So she covered her face and wept through the night
That brought with it blizzards, wind gusts, and ice.
And when she opened her eyes at the first sign of light
Nothing was wrong; her dress was all white.

Photo by Josh Thomas @ http://www.flickr.com/photos/abracadaverr/