Firethorn's Den

Spinning Wheels

jeweled air.
neon lights.
street-wise talk
dripping pearly words
never-ending divine.
topaz touches
burning liquid fire,
raising heartbeats
to match
ancient drumbeats.
ruby kisses
like seraphim's choruses
welcoming you
at heaven's gate.
Cinderella's stilettos
skidding across
the dance floor,
spinning out of control
till the world falls
from under feet.
captivating imaginations.
too bad,
she's lodged firmly
in reality.
no matter how fine
she paints the scenes,
she can never seem
to cross
those imaginary lines.
she might as well
call it quits
and spend her time
spinning her sapphire tears
into a blue yarn
instead.
serves her right
for wanting fairy tales.

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