Rapunzel, Rapunzel
Rapunzel, Rapunzel
You are stagnantly settled
in fog rising from
the charring scales of black magic and you are
Trapped in
the mirage of a mirror
maimed by sand-cut scars and permanent
Pain
But Rapunzel, it is
never was
Your pain and this is no longer
permanent
It is the Witch’s,
laden with loneliness
this tower is a muddy lab
slide displaying her scars
the bread she feeds you
mirrors the place she’s damned you:
gritty clusters guarded by
Her subversive intangible power
But Rapunzel, it is
never was
Your pain and this is no longer
permanent
Her misery spreads like
stringy strep stretching, surrounding You
like egg whites
forming a moat
Let down your hair
let me part your tail in two,
twist it, I will make
a rope
Do not blame yourself
You are here because of
an unavoidable
collaboration of jealousy and black magic
Trapping You
evil, long and
fat-bodied
But Rapunzel, it is
never was
Your pain and this is no longer
permanent. Let down your hair, let me part your tail in two; twist it, I will make
a rope