The Ugly Stepsister

I’ve built a cunning, graceful silhouette

seeped deeply in suppression.

Suggestive thoughts of yesterday

thrive deep in my depression.

I was immersed in spiteful fire,

motivated by my malice.

I broke off chunks of promises

and with them, built a palace.

My lonely, skillful silhouette

was trapped within my lair.

Locked in boxes stacked up high

we knew no one would care.

I missed simplistic beauty

and the gardens back at home.

We escaped the angry palace

and are, instead, trapped in this poem.