Purple needle marks —
a reaper’s trail on Cinderella’s arm.
You may kiss her splitted lips, lick the lye,
for soot and sins:
but no more pennies for your thoughts
Welcome to reality:
Burning ferris-wheels and slaughterhouse delight:
where magicians carve the carcasses
to fill her bottom-line,
subsidising horse-meat TV-dinners
and mind the social gap.
This is exactly 55 words for Kerry’s prompt at toads, it’s loosely inspired by Dismaland. I also link up to Poetry Pantry.
September 6, 2015