Monster, monster, looking glass
ivory brush, carved of bone
Lindworm licks my throat.
Burgundy cloth, creme white lace
bloodstained wedding gown
It takes a moment to break you
Golden circlet, four-poster bed
bones beneath the wounds
Bleed. Bleed slow,
strip back skin
I can save you- save you
Washerwoman, sting with lye
Scrub away the exile
Prince beneath- beneath the scale
My binding is my wretchedness
Serpent nor I speak.
Seven bindings, burned away
Naked, newborn, trembling
Come to me, I whisper.
Stumble, shiver, to the bed
Halted, ragged wind-
breath greedy.
Human lunged.
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A poem inspired by my favorite fairytale, King Lindworm.
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