Agoraphobia, Let Down Your Hair

August 1, 2017

Rapunzel's been labelled a recluse

Justified, she's given no excuse.

Though the town doesn't know

Of thoughts her mind bestows

about the terrors beyond her tower.

Sheltered in her cozy cell

nightmares linger of the outside hell.

In thought she turns quite pale

remembering she has to get the mail.

Leaving her cave seems beyond her power.

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