he used to say to me

“rapunzel rapunzel let down your long hair”

and i always did

but now years later

i find myself touching the brunt ends of my shorn hair

and letting my fingertips wander over the scar on my neck

from the scissors that were meant to trap me inside of a tower

and i still mourn the fact that they were held

by a boy who was my witch and first friend

who wanted to keep me safe from the world

the only way he knew how

~ those scissors freed me more than my “prince charming” ever did

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