Tread on crystals

And if it is time to tread on crystals, what?
Open eyes wide, grit your teeth...
Open eyes wide, clench your fists and smile.
A big brilliant smile as if nothing was wrong.
As if sharpened edges weren't getting deeply in your soles soft flesh.
A waning moon like smile
Your wet-nurse smiling proud:
of your smile,
of your silence,
of your submission.
Your blush and your dismay, a delicious delicacy.

If it is time to tread on crystals, shout.
As crazy.
As a devil.
Steal your beloved wet-nurse broom
and get the Prince Charming boots.
And sweep, sweep, sweep...
A mistaken Cinderella.
Build smiles with small transparent stings,
beautiful diamond edges, your delicious delicacy.
One for each amazed expression.

And run to relieve your wrath in some deep dark well.