Dear man at the masquerade ball,
Sometimes I wonder what you were thinking. Did you really think your pointless words would not hurt? I wish you could have seen the pain in the child's eyes. She doesn't cry but she hurts. It's not that you didn't feel for her but you certainly weren't thinking. Though the ball seemed elegant and enticing at the the time, it now is the past and remains old. The glass slipper that once fit is now on the self for safe keeping. The mask with glitter and wonder is in a box with your name on it. I hope you enjoyed the masquerade ball, I'm sure you've never felt more yourself then before. But now it's time to wake up and realize a dance can throw your whole life off course. Maybe just for a little bit. I hope you find strength yourself. The child will learn.
Sincerely,
That which wonders.
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