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Glass Slipper
On Losing You
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May 31, 2023
Once upon a time I wore those glass slippers I thought you made especially for me.
I wore them with pride, balancing on your arm, your back, your hip.
My head dipped to your shoulder and I smelled your deodorant, a perfume to my nose.
Once upon a time I wore those glass slippers I thought you made especially for me.
But they didn’t fit my changing body.
They shattered, shards of glass clinging to the arches of my feet.
No matter, I thought, isn’t this what love is? Holding on even when it hurts?
But once upon a time I wore those glass slippers and I starved myself so they wouldn’t shatter and they didn’t, but you still split me in two.
