a cinder{ella} story.

when you grow up in a house on fire

and you begin to smell the smoke

do you have to look down and make sure

you are not burning too?

what is the lighter fluid you let other pours on you

igniting you alive to keep themselves warm

dowsing and drowning myself in water but cannot reform

so i let myself burn brighter

and i watch them play with my fire

until they realize it's too late

already took my flamed bait

as i reduce them to embers too

blazing cinders of a femme fatale

want to come play with fate

until it becomes fatal

i wait until there are no more ashes in the hourglass left 

go back to the burning house where my glass slipper was kept

even glass has its melting point

fairy godmother held my innocence at gunpoint

will no longer mold myself into slips & silhouettes that hinder

my story is in the crystal cinders.