Cinderella was never made of cinders.

She burned her way into this world

Earned her scars, saving it for her abusers

She's a raw, power machine

And the prince doesn't know what's coming.

She was never meant for a husband.

She was never meant to sit

And wear pretty dresses

And sing to her birds

She was meant to rule.

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She had offered her heart

To the glittering world

And it offered back her mother

In pieces

Gathering her cinders

She did what was only left

She burned

Burned everything to the ground

Fire that shrieked down

The sky red and smoky

And when it was her turn

To give a look,

She just smiled and shook