What if she were the beast? A woman
Cursed to hardness by the witch
Of hungry childhood years and longing
For any scrap of love to call your own, a woman
Reigning in a castle of servants
Frightened into objects
Waiting (without knowing she is waiting)
For someone to tell her the roses
She hoards are not what makes her special
To win their way past scarred thoughts
And misery, and years of not being enough
With enough love to break the curse.
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The Fairytale Wakes
PoetryOnce upon a time is now. A poetry collection celebrating and subverting fairytales.
