Cinderella's Little Secret

Cinderella’s Little Secret

I look through the crack from the wooden floor

Up at my sister, blonde hair and all

Her lips moving but I’m not comprehending

It’s hard to believe

This girl I have lived with, even in the womb

Has left me to parish, die alone with nothing but these wounds

These wounds of betrayal, these wounds of sisterly slaughter

But I know the truth

The truth of that monster

That’s not her slipper

She knows nothing about the prince or that magical night when we almost shared our first kiss

That dream got crush though

Smashed into little glass pieces and drifted away by the wind

Now that wind mocks me, her laugh rings in my ears

I scream

GET AWAY GET AWAY

No one hears my pleads

No one see’s my tears

With weakness in my eyes I look back up at the film of my faith

I run into his arms with a smile on my face

His arms go around me holding me tight

He whisper’s in my ear

I love you too.

My Mothers Kitchen

My mother’s kitchen:

I watch eyes wide as she stands over the oven

Mixing and pouring ingredient with an unreadable name

Her hands constantly running over her forehead clearing any trace of work

The intoxicating smells found its way beneath my nose giving me a sent I only crave more of

But I don’t dare to take a step forward

Afraid of interfering her routine

So I stand and watch

Pots boil

The oven rumbles

Microwave beeps fill the room

As my mother fights with the oven to work faster

I shifted my position not being able to hear her voice in such a tone

Salt rolled off her fingertips as her hand was raised high over the pot

Careful cuts are made on the green and vegetables

A big kitchen knife in my mother’s small hands seemed alien like

She cooks and cooks much more food than needed

And in the end I’ll be right about only one thing,

There is going to be more food left over then eaten. 

My Urban Myth

A True Story.

Los Angeles Times:

15 year old Linda Florever was found dead on April 17, 2008 at 8:48 pm. Professionals say her cause of death was a kitchen accident; staring at the microwave with it was heating her food. It was rumored that her eyeballs have decayed and she was found in a puddle of blood. Her death is told to be a pure accident.

The actual story:

Waking up at 5:30 in the afternoon was the usual routine for Linda Florever. She was a lazy block in one busy household. Her disabled sister has been accepted in Harvard, her mother runs a successful clothing business, and her father is your usual cigars smoking rich grey hair old guy with a newspaper. Linda did nothing, not even pay attention to those people that live under the same roof as her. She convinced her parents to homeschool her and just didn’t show up for her lessons. Everyone being so busy they dint notice the missed lessons besides the teacher. But Ms. Kinner doesn’t mind, she still gets paid.

Linda proceeded walking to the living room in a sluggish manner. Her phone started vibrating in her pocket, an unusual event. She picks up the strange object. Opening it up she started speaking into the device. It took her a while to realize she had actually received a text. Glaring at the tiny buttons she does her best to try and find it. The blinking envelope was hard to miss as Linda pressed on a key to open it. A story appeared on her screen from an unknown number.

A blind girl fell in love with boy, the boy asked for her hand in marriage.

She replied, “I’ll answer that when I get my vision back.” Soon enough someone donated their eyes for this girl.

After surgery she went over to her love and was disappointed to see that he was blind, so she broke up with him.

 “That’s alright; take care of my eyes for me.”  Was his response as he left her standing there.

Send this to 20 people or you will get a visit from this girl.

Linda stared at the flashing phone. Rolling her eyes she tossed her phone to the floor. She sat on the couch and cuddled up in a green thin blanket. Flipping through the channels nothing seemed to catch her attention; she saw it all before.

A couple hours pass and Linda is still huddled up on the couch. Her stomach grumbles from hunger as the commercials come to an end. Lazily she gets up and walks into the kitchen.

She opens the refrigerator door and takes left over pizza out of its container. She stuffs the triangular brick into the microwave. The microwave soon lights up illuminating the magic box.

This was Linda’s weakness. She was attracted to light; like a moth. That’s why she addicted to television, flashlights, etc.

Her eyes glue to the spinning pizza she didn’t notice someone else walked into the room. They stood right behind her, breathing down on her neck. She feels the sudden breath and tries to move. She doesn’t succeed. Her eyes were sucked into the microwave. The person’s hands wrap around her face forcing her to stare at the machine. On hand on her forehead another around her mouth. Linda’s eyes began to water but her attacker stretched her forehead upwards so she was unable to blink.

By now Linda has tried everything to get out of her attackers grip but they were too strong, “I gave you a warning didn’t I?” Linda’s sisters voice echoed in her ear. Linda let out a whimper. My own sister? She was the girl?

“You don’t understand,” Her sister’s voice began to quiver, “I need him back, I NEED HIM BACK!” She yelled throughout the house. How is no one hearing this?

“He gave me everything, and I broke up with him for it, I need to get him his vision back,” Her sister’s tears hit her shoulder, “Then he’ll take me back.” Her sister whispers the last part.

Soon enough Linda’s eyes began to give up into the microwave. She does her best to keep them from rolling backwards. That was not a good idea. Her eyes soon began to fall out forward. They hang out of her eye sockets with that one vain connected to her head. Her sister steps back as Linda falls down. Blood splattered everywhere as Linda’s head shattered oh the cold marble floor. The crack in her head soon started gushing out puddles and puddle of blood. Her small fragile body laid on top of her self made gooey red blanket.

Quickly and cautiously her sister grabbed a plastic bag and picked up Linda’s now unneeded eyes. Snipping the veins and laying out fake ashes.

“No one will know,” Her sister whispered, “No one will ever know.”

Poem: Daddy.

Cries filled the room as the little girl tumbles down again;

Her silky brown hair with no signs of a knot bundles up at the top of her head, as her deep brown eyes bring rain down her naturally pink cheeks;

She will not let anyone see her face as tear stains mark their places.

She laid there for what felt like forever in little girl years

Until her grandmother’s voice called her into attention

 The little girl sprung up and ran into her grandmother’s open arms

Her grandmother embraced her as she cried and did her best to calm down the little tide

 Though nothing like that worked, this little girl was stubborn and sneaky to a point

 She finally pulled away to see her grandmother’s face

 Her eyes filled with concern as they looked into her little red ones

 The little girl eyes burned from her earlier state but she let not a whimper or a grunt as they stung away

She closed her eyes for a little bit and opened then to see the televisions black and white blur

She turned away with no interest in the television, but found her doll so she rose

She stared at the doll as it looked like her but no tears on this doll showed

 With anger she threw the doll in hope of its tears escaping

 She runs to the doll and picks it up though not satisfied to see it has yet to erupt

 The little girl sat in her place looking at the doll in pure hate

For it shows no emotion and doesn’t seem to care, unlike this little girl who can burst into tears at just a very hatful stare.

I thought back to that little girl who threw tantrums and fits

 Since daddy didn’t come back for months and for years

I stare at the picture of the little girl and her father, their last one together

Tears threatening to spill, but I keep them in

I set down my picture for it hurts too much to think or even let it sink

That my daddy never came back. 

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