Princess
Dancing with curtains
Child me
Saw black eyes
Smelt loneliness
Yet hark, royal bells.
My eyes halt
On pillars
Creators
Of me, their pride
Their name.
Might they be forlorn
In gold ring rusted
Or have they wedded lonesome?
Might mother have drowned
In plastic promises
Or did she submit to ransom?
Might father have dabbled
In radiant young passion
Or was he fearful of mayhem?
I do not know
But I do know
I won't drink
Sugar poison
I won't wear
Rings gold
I
Shan't
Dance with the white curtains.
Bring me my black wings.
©Rachel Tan, 3 December 2018.
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20.12.2018
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