She sat, eyes down
Lacing the curve of her lips
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair…”
Light shines painfully bright
False, fluorescent halo
Memories rest behind her lids
Slide show images of failed happily ever after.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel. Let down your hair
That I may climb your golden stair…”
An IV replenishes fluids
But cannot replace her lost womanhood
Alone with her dreams, she stares
Donated skeins of golden thread
All that remains
A thin pretense of vanity
Where is your prince now?