The Dance

We twirl and spin
in a façade of happiness
beneath our mask we would
rather never touch one another

My skin crawls at your touch
I feel kind of bad you saved me from hell

My eyes burn at your perfection,
it s disgusting but I saved you from hell

You saved me from hell
How do I tell you
your son is not yours
you horrible man

I saved you from hell
I know it’s not mine
I’ve never bedded you
you prefect wretch

Damnable prince
you’re cruel
I hope you rot

Damnable wife
I hope the devil
finds your corpse comforting

my glass slipper breaks