Tuesday
Once upon a time, Rapunzel cut her hair. Her castle was far away from everybody
so she wouldn't go crazy. When she returned from her tower in the forest,
she greeted them with a smile and they greeted her with a handshake.
Her smile faded and her mind wandered to how quickly
they stopped saying her name; to how quickly
she had been buried without
a gravestone.
(It hurts--a little. But what is one to do when they've lost their voice?)
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
