MORNING AFTER
By: Lorelei K. Hickman

copyright 2000

not much fun, is it---?
this metaphoric cloak and dagger
in the chill light of dawn;
this dying masquerade,
this overdose of dreamtime,
this mortuary farce.
it's all gone wrong somehow;
the glittering toy has broken
and you're to blame.
it's a game for midnights only
and i fear
that the cinderella side of you
will slit her wrists today
with a jagged shard of glass
slipper.