Rapunzel from The Worm Has Turned

Flailing under the auspices of a broken kingdom Stuttering up the stairs of a broken house The golden mansion The hanging boudoir The flowers, thick and heavy. Blown away by rusting debris In the belly of the gutted tower Rapunzel dies today Rapunzel dies Cinched tight by her own hair Golden self-destruct, Miles long, Neverending, neverending. Passes over your skin soft as angel’s breath Help me. Help me. Help me. I found myself choking on golden stardust Coming up from my gut My innermost nucleus But then I realized I was choking on the ashes of a dead sun. Help me. Help me. Help me.