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

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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