She stumbled out into the night and foolishly looked up at the stars.

The cold air like knives against her skin, she smiled.

Bottle of pink vodka in her hands, Glitter in the toilet,

& a broken tiara upon her shelf.

Time and time again she finds herself lost and confused,

In a world she painted pink,

And covered in sparkles.

Wishes don’t come true.

Stars don’t fly, 11:11s just a moment in time.

Pennies rust in water, and there’s no genie in the bottle.