Everyone knows that Heaven and Hell are only a step apart.
She stands on a street corner, gazing up at the sky.
The sunlight she cannot reach is like the tears at the corners of her eyes, brimming but unable to fall.
Once, she was an ordinary princess, even the slight lift of her skirt carrying a lovely curve.
Now, an alluring witch, she has grown used to quietly withering in the dark.
She was wounded by a poisoned blade, enduring it in silence.
Her mottled smile hides nerves corroded layer upon layer by pain.
"Who are you?"
"I'm a butterfly that can't fly across the sea."
Who handed her the lost glass slipper?
Who danced with her among the thorns?
She snaps the thread of memory in the wind. What is lost, let it be forgotten.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Miss Forget."
Not bad, pretty good looking... Come on! Don't give up...