Sta.sh
Alone, she sits in her tower, no longer the scared little girl she was, now a bitter woman. Her mother had told her a prince would save her, where was he? She cuts her hair and pieces of her past that she wants no one to see. She won’t wait any longer to be saved, she’ll rescue herself. Once her heart ached as she paced in her tiny world, no more, no more, she decided as she felt the short ends of her hair. Upon a rope made of torn bed sheets and curtains, she descends from her tower, no longer prisoner of her own accord.
The sun bathes her and her skin feels too tight. She’s too far from the home she’d known all these years, too far to feel the restriction of expectations. She touches the center of her chest, what’s this? It feels so foreign and new. It bubbles up and she feels muscles in her face relax, she’s smiling. After so long!
She looks about her, so many paths, so many chances, so many possibilities.
She stops, laughter threatening to spill from her, she’s afraid to let it out. What if it won’t come back? She takes a deep breath and lets it soar free; a heavy weight has been lifted from her chest.
She is her laughter.
She is, after long last, free.
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