Before you came and rescued me
I rescued myself. The tower
A place for loneliness, for slowly
Going mad: I took it
And built a place of solitude
A daily battle for peace, I measured
Myself against the stones
And found them wanting.
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(A/N: It only recently occurred to me that to survive however many years locked away in a tower would take immense mental strength and fortitude. No signs of PTSD in some of those fairytales, unless you take some of the gruesome revenges as evidence).
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The Fairytale Wakes
PoetryOnce upon a time is now. A poetry collection celebrating and subverting fairytales.
