When I make it to morning- know I’ll breathe fire. I saved myself long ago and never needed a prince. I smash mirrors with my bare hands and shape the glass shards into the best versions of myself. If there was a trapped door in this place, I’d fall through it with open arms. Hide away for safekeeping. Tell the spectators to go home and let them think it was all a tragedy. Set fire to the whole fucking thing and rise from the embers with a grin. Smell the smoke. Let it sting. Cough it up. Let them know I’m awake. -AMT ©️