The Princess of the Glass Castle
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    • Aug 5, 2018
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The Princess of the Glass Castle

Part I The princess of the glass castle wore a white dress, Walked on stairs of glass and sat on a crystal mess.

Her dress shimmered of the silver and the stars. The light in her eyes – anything but a farce. Part II I am scared my heel may scratch the floor; When I walk, I am worried my dress might smash the door.

I can’t be natural, I can’t be free – This castle is so staunch, I don’t think it feels me.

Everyone comes here to gape at it, majestic and tall, Yet my words are barely a whisper, lest they scar the wall. I can barely dance, every step is preceded by fear, If I move too fast will I lose this castle, which I hold dear? Part III When she brushed a tear off of her eye,

There appeared a black mark under the perfectly blue sky.

She wore a fluid black and danced a spell of lust, And the floor melted while the castle burned to dust.

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