Cinderella lets her hands off of our rope
She lets her feet step on the smoky clouds
And swishes away
Snow white lets her palm dripping bloods
from holding on the rope
A moment or two
She can no longer persevere with that wound
She lets her velvety feet being tightened
by the thunder
And twisting away
Alice lets her armpit hooks the rope
That will hurt you so much, Lady
And she almost separates her arm from shoulder
She then jumps to the coarse ground
And crawling away.
Me let my fingers curl the rope.
Red thick liquid walks down the rope.
It’s pouring down from my hands.
It’s really awful.
No swishing away.
No twisting away.
No crawling away.
I’m holding.
Still bleeding.
Keep enduring.
It doesn’t matter if I’m achingly hurt.
It doesn’t matter if my spirit wakes out of
my soul.
Don’t mind me.
I’m just the zombie who saves the world.
I’m real.
I’m not a fairytale.
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