into the forest
as fast as she could
she ran
not even once looking
b a c k
her dress ripped
her heels off her feet
her hair blown by the
w i n d
she was finally
f r e e
free from the stares
free from the rules
free from the words
free from her old self
every step she took gave her
a feeling
a good feeling
a feeling that reminds her that she is no longer
l o c k e d
no longer in the imaginary cell
no longer in the position of a trophy
she is a free
w o m a n
— but it won't last long would it?
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The Bored Princess
PoetryShe was a princess A real one of course Even though she hasn't got no dresses or jewelry, but she is still one. A real princess. Even without a prince, but she is still one. A real princess. Even without knights, castles, horses, carriages or magic...
