Snow globe

Fluid clears from the depths of my eardrums like bouquets of cotton

I can see you clearly now

And my skin screams like it’s been a fire for a cold campfire night

Your glass fingers cut my shoulders, eliciting a trail of clear glitter water to trickle down our bodies

My eyes leak lakes of melted snow down my ruby red cheeks, cracked and dry

Your eyes darken like shadows that have chased my childhood daydreams, and your hands drag me closer as mine fight to dance away

You are not the prince I thought you were, here to kiss the cursed princess in her snow globe to bring back the sun

You have only brought back more snow and icy throats filled with shards of fear that is not so foggy anymore

I can see the closet hidden in the dark room behind your eyes and I know I have only started my horror movie

And I’ve realized something

I am not the brunette that survives

I am the blonde slut that always dies

And I wish to go back to my snow globe now please

to be an underwater spectacle

To be used, rather than nothing at all.