Rapunzel

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.