Rapunzel falls


forever:

gets halfway and
halfway and
halfway but never quite
makes it from one point to the other:
some spells are irreversible. Those boys
twisted into birds--they never learned
to walk again. Rapunzel only learns
to suffocate. Everything too close
except the sky, out of reach
forever. The world is choked
in thorns that barely blind princes,
but snare her perpetual in the space

between 0 and 1.

 

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