mom would sit this way
what's wrong with me?
I am very much here.
and I am nothing like my warriors.
sent to protect
powerless without orders
invisible in the tepid room
angry, helpless
I choose death for a day
choose power
find weakness
but I choose it
hundreds watching waiting
knowing dreading
they guard me as I choose
their gold armor
grasping at straws
spin to gold, spin to gold
please, please, no, no
rumplestiltskin
you idiot
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