Cinder Ella

Soda pop mama

drowning

baby’s bottle in carbonated bubbles

and cigarette butts.

Nicotine colored nipples

pressed to the glass

of infancy.

Happily ending and bitter faced;

she may still grow up to be

a princess.

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One thought on “Cinder Ella

  1. Greetings pilgrim, you walk the beauty way our encounter was inevitable. I take a deep bow to the Divine spark within you and I thank you for reflecting in me through the eyes of your open heart. I honour your path

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