Cinderfella

We all know the story:
Cinderfella clapped in a tower with her terrific long hair.
Somebody climbed it (a hag, the hair).
Brought her chips & dip daily, until one day
Got mad &
Chopped it.
I mean the
Post-menopausal hag
Cut off her mane.
Now she's Girl Dude,
Check the cute roll to his tiny hips.

Did you know Cinderfella swallowed her pagan prince
Before she ran off into the wilderness?
His gentle melancholy became her.
His moustache also
Sprouting to the Left & Right
Copious, earthward, in delicate curls.
Cinderfella sprinted through the forest
Hooves of a sex kitten crushing herbs,
Bearing a gelatinous halo,
A transparent dime
Call it gender, or crown.

When Cinderfella became a boy
Her tongue leapt from his heart,
The red flag of the new kingdom.
We enter its dark tunnel every day.
We have to, to get to work,
Avoiding the soldiers
While we stumble
over those wedges called words.
The demon holds the sacred bone.

Outside, upstairs in the air
Cinderfella swoops, a dove
With antlers,
okay? I mean,
It's beautiful at night,
When all bodies fall into the fella,
Whose chest is broken open &
Sucking us in.