Rapunzel Reenvisioned
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she droops like a melting candle,
eyes glazed,
joint smoked.
(in so much that the scent of the leaves is nothing like Fall,
Let's say Rapunzel had clinical depression-- it's not far-fetched. Spending a lifetime in a tower with no one but your “Godmother” and your thoughts is sure to harm anyone’s mental health.
Alone and content: that is what I was.
Solitude was my friend.
My constant companion, it never let me down.
Yet you came along and took that away.
From my tower, you took me.