Reversed Fairytales
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Voice horsed and clothes tattered.
Hair tangled, thrown, and scattered.
Messy make up sprawled over.
Her screams were tossed over his shoulder.
A ripping pain stretching her muscles.
I could not in fact spin straw into gold
A little lie, my father should’ve never told
Would they know if I jumped, would they know if I ran
