By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 18 June 2000
Tower Fever
There was comfort there. Safety. Endless tranquility.
Watching the world through a mirror. Weaving pretty webs
never faded by a harsh sun.
Never a stumbling. Never a fumbling. Never a crumbling.
Never a humbling. No bloodshed. No heartbled.
Instead...pristine solitude. Perfect isolation.
Then she saw him
and turned away
knowing she would have
a curse to deal with
knowing she would leave
the tower/womb/haven
and never return
knowing that at last
she would burn
and bleed
and need something more
than primary colors
and reflections
and shadows
she saw him
and the stillness shattered
and all that mattered
was letting him know
her name
before
she died.
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