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shards of glass overcome friction
and become one with my feet
so i'm finally wearing
blood-stained glass slippers
it's only 11:30
but i'm already running from my nightmares
of cigarette smoke in my hair
and red wine on my dress
so i run through the steeple
and trip over a pew
and i can't help but wonder
if this is god's means of punishing me
for that time with the st. valentine
and the other with the choir boy
and as i come to a screetching halt
on my knees
like a rockstar on the stage
or a groupie after the show
my slipper slips
quite ironic
just like in the stories
of my great aunt
and the one of my grandfather.
but that had an entirely different ending
for this glass slipper shattered at the altar
where communion crashed upon me
for the second time in my life
and i was rendered helpless
a virgin of the church
though only half of that is true
crushed beneath the pillar
only to realize
he never chased me when i left
and become one with my feet
so i'm finally wearing
blood-stained glass slippers
it's only 11:30
but i'm already running from my nightmares
of cigarette smoke in my hair
and red wine on my dress
so i run through the steeple
and trip over a pew
and i can't help but wonder
if this is god's means of punishing me
for that time with the st. valentine
and the other with the choir boy
and as i come to a screetching halt
on my knees
like a rockstar on the stage
or a groupie after the show
my slipper slips
quite ironic
just like in the stories
of my great aunt
and the one of my grandfather.
but that had an entirely different ending
for this glass slipper shattered at the altar
where communion crashed upon me
for the second time in my life
and i was rendered helpless
a virgin of the church
though only half of that is true
crushed beneath the pillar
only to realize
he never chased me when i left