beauty is skin deep

 She ripped the sashes

From her body

She tore at soul

Digged nails

In her skin

She pushed her fingers down

Her

Throat

Until she vomited blood

Fat bulging over

Nose jelly rolled

With hate

She pulled tighter on her corset

Till her spine cracked

Her lips

Tasted of vomit

And displeasure

Her cranium

A record

Player

Of

Sit up straight

Be like cinderella

And maybe a man will look at you like that her mother voice in a constant replay 

Her mama

Slapped her chin with a  wooded

Paddle

And

Cracked it 

Against

Her

Chin

Locking Her Jaw In Hate 

She Poured

 Her Soul 

In Watering Well

 By Her House 

She Took 

Her 

Hand

 And

 Ran Through The pail 

Of Her Tears Her 

Eyes Brim 

To

The

Tip

With

Tears

And

She

Dipped

Her hand

And in the water

And washed

The caked

Blood

From

Her

Chin

And.

A mysterious

Figure

Slender 

And

His

Aura

Royal

And

Enchanting

He

Approached

Her

Gently

And

Caressed

Her

Chin

In

His

Hand

And

Trapped

Her

In

his

Crystal

Blue

Eyes

And

Said

My

Dear

Why

Are

You

Crying? said the prince 

It is foolish why I cry

I must

Get

Back

To

My

Mother

She

Will

Be

Mad

I

Talked

To

A

Man

In

This

Form ,

What

Do

You

Mean

Said the prince

She

Walked

Toward

The

Light

Her

Hair

Beastly

Her

Skin

Raw

Naked

Her

Eyes

Hollowed

And

Homeless

And

Glittered

With

Burning

Embers

From

The

Fire

Her

Breast

Pale

And

Blushed

With

Every

Touch

His

Eyes

Made

With

Every glance

Her

Way

Her

Body

Curvaceous

Her

Legs

Striped

With

Cellulite

Her chin

spilt

But sealed up with dry blood

Her lips plump

And rosy

From the faint words

That touched her lips every time he talked

His mouth

Curved

Into

A frown

And

Then smiled

And whispered

Her name

To her lips

And her mouth

And

Body filled

With warmth

Her name may never

Be spoken

By princess

Or the prince

This name brought huge shame

Upon the kingdom

It always brought the prince his darkness

And the reason

He retreats into the library

For hours

He got up on horse

And whispered

Her name

All the way home

He smiled to himself

He was to hold a ball

And invite all the maidens in the land

And dance with her

And steal her away

And finish

What they started behind the palace

When they were teens

He remembered it like yesterday

Her scar on her thigh

From when her leg grazed

Against

The coat hook

When he had her pushed

Against the wall

Stealing kisses

In the cloak of night

And laying

In the soft hay

And covering her naked

Body

For any wondering

Eyes that could

Have scene such

A scene

Of chaotic lust

He called for ball to be held

Invitations were sent

Two years after the event between the girl and the prince

her name never slipped his mind no matter how hard he try to forget

Cinderella took up the chores in the house

You know the story

Her sashes got tore

The fairy godmother whips up her dress and she goes to the ball

I was so excited for the ball

Dressed in sashes

And little trinkets

Mother dressed

Me and my sister

In the  ugliest dresses

But I didn’t care because

Beauty is skin deep

And the prince would love me in no matter

What I wear

I hope he didn’t forget me

I said thinking to myself

We took our turns

When it came

To my turn 

He blinked

His

Eyes three

Times

And

Tilted his lips to mine 

His hands around my waist

Got tighter

He hands reached my zipper and he fiddles

With my dirty thoughts of devouring him in the music of my curves

And he whisper’s in

My ear, I can’t stop thinking about

You

Me too

We are twirled apart

The doors part cinderella on cue is trapped in the eye of my prince

He parts the crowd

And takes cinderella and makes her the queen of the dance floor

And he looks at my face and turns to disgust

And looks at my jelly roll curves and turns his head away

I look closer in his face

And I see sadness

Deep lungful sadness and self-hatred

I look what is looming over him

His father's disappointing look

At his son

Longing

For me

A woman like me

Not an anomaly of beauty

An average

He pushes me aside and travels the secret garden

And u know the rest of bunch of lies

But here's the truth

The real cinderella

Is me Drizella

I am cinderellas Ulgy step sister

Cinderella is lie

Another fairytale spunned

By the weavers

Of dreams

Every kid dreams of being a princess

But not everyone is born with a princess body

And this in end of the tale

Don´t tell anyone my name

I wasn´t always so ulgy........