They tell me that there are witches in the air
You can see them when day seeps to night And their silhouettes prowl the walls “Sapphire,” others say to me, “stay inside, shut the door.” And I obey, but the witches linger in my mind Slipping around corners, robes trailing the stars Their eyes dazzle and beckon And I watch, envious, for they are free And I am not Until one night, I step out into the humid dusk Tip-toe across the road until I fade into The night, finally with the witches
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My foot couldn’t fit the glass shoe
The glass shoe couldn’t fit my foot So I sat there on the dust With wet speckles dotting my chin My broom, fallen on the floor As the chariot rolled away |
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