forgotten fairy tales

i - pumpkin

pumpkin girl, they called her.

and with her peachy blush and chubby cheeks, you would've thought her name was pumpkin, too.

pumpkin, her mama'd say, true love's hard to find.

and cindy knew that was the truth because, when mama left the house, the lady who lived next door would visit.

for long hours at night.

pumpkin, cindy, was even more assured of the truth when the lady who lived next door became the lady who lived in her home.

and when the lady who lived in her home didn't call her pumpkin, and when mama would beg to see her pumpkin until her voice was hoarse,

and papa would hang up the phone.

pumpkin, cindy, cries to anybody who will listen.

she cries of her lost mama, of her lost love of love, to the animals that pass by, or the roses growing in her garden.

she cries to the sparkly girl with sundrop freckles and the sparkly girl makes her beautiful.

pumpkin, pumpkin is wrapped in light blue silk and she makes it to the ball.

she makes it away for the night.

and when she is asked what she thinks she's doing, touching the golden crown,

pumpkin lies that she's just looking.

and when the prince kisses her hand, his pink lips against her warm skin, and looks up at her like she is ethereal,

she pretends the crown isn't hidden away in her bag.

pumpkin pretends she isn't going back to her mama.

cinderella smiles as she steals the crown.