Words by Aurelne (she/her) 25, WA
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A mosquito buzzes by her ear
The moon shines a little too bright
The sheets feel a little too scratchy
And the room a little too cold
The darkness grows suffocating
The air grows thinner
The shadows loom closer
Eyes squeeze tighter
Heart beats faster
A grandfather’s clock chimes somewhere downstairs.
She pretends she is Cinderella.
Her gown shimmers back into rags.
She runs down the marble stairs in shoes too dainty, too fragile.
She prays that he does not find those glass slippers tonight,
That he will not return to her door in the morning.
A smile grows on her face
As she runs and runs back
To the warmth of the cinders.
Illustration by Aileen. You can find more of her work on Instagram @aileenngstudio