braidMy golden braid
Sweeps against my rump
This built-in rope
A symbol of mother
Though it sprouts from my crown
It weighs heavily
She would never let me cut the ties
Could I hang myself with it?

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair

Three braided strands: me, him, other
Me, father, mother
Three strands distinct
Yet interwoven
Fastened together
As if in marriage
Interminable bonds
If I untie the braid
Will I cease to exist?

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair

I’m in the tower
Which is safe I guess
Unless I jump
Or let them in
My parents keep me here
In a stone-cold shaft
To protect me from predators
Circling below
Like hungry sharks
They want my flesh
Between their teeth
A bit of my juice
On their red-hot tongues
They sniff at the air
Inhale my readiness
My menstrual blood and
My mid-cycle musk
My yearning for touch
And the sweet empty words
They cry out to me
I’m so starved I devour them
I’ll take your crumbs
Yes please
Send them up

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair

I’ll let down my braid
If you come up to see me
Three strands become one
Become a rope for you
To climb up on
And for me to hang from
I need you
Like I need a broken neck
Like I need you in me
When my cunt is full
You cast a spell over me
With your reaching fingers
And your pulsing cock
And you come again
And you come again
And you come again
And I let you in
And you come again

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair
So that I may climb thy golden stair

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