Stubborn

With only a minute left to midnight, she should’ve been well on her way back home.

But the enraptured girl just kept on dancing on her glass shoes.

On and on she went. Round and round she spun in the charming prince’s arms.

Her feet were sore, though her heart was surprisingly light.

Just a second more, she thought. Just one more second...

Then the clock struck twelve.

And the disguise could no longer hide the truth.

The thirst.

Her incisors.

She was back home no later than two.

A disheveled beast in blood-stained gown... And one glass shoe.