Friday 25 July 2008

Rapunzel

Wasted silken locks fall, beckoning
Downwards... sliding from ivory
Years of waiting for this love
Make her tear down her tower in haste
She lets him grab and pull
She likes it at first, asks for more
As his hands claw at the spun gold
And clench deep into her skulls flesh
She throws her head back to help him
To pull him closer to her
And on this occasion, he seems more
A heavy weight, a dragging lump
Sharp nails dig in...
Piercing and slicing the careful braids
Unravelling her masterpiece
Refusing to fall away
She shakes her head
The tendrils sway violently
But still he refuses to let go
Twisting his fists, harsh and stubborn
The braids come loose
First one and then six
Each one torn from her head
Pieces of her scalp and her brain
Hang ragged from their broken roots
He doesn't give up
Until every last follicle is ripped
Mercilessly from her mind
He leaves with his woven trophy
Trailing blood-soaked memories on the ground
As he walks away


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008

No comments:

Post a Comment