Rapunzel

evening stars
insist I venture to grace them

though shackles restrain and humiliate
heaven still persists

desiring the romance of the Earth
under my bare feet

I would rather topple onto gravel
little pebbles imprinting memories
of the plunge
dirt weaved throughout my hair
crying out in anguish

but then
he avenged me
depleting the youth
snipping the dead ends.