Over the Hill and through the Woods (Attys)


A Longing for Scissors

A world of hair, spooling out tower

windows, worming down cobblestones,

twining the ivy. A net,

a web, a nest of hair.

I am drowned by hair,

strangled, choked by

hair, gold strands

coiled like



Author's Note: In case it's not obvious, this poem is in response to the Rapunzel fairytale.

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