Rupunzel

 

Rupunzel made a trip to the salon

where an accident with the curling iron

made her screech.

Ignoring her penitent stylist’s

proposal for a truce

In a huff, snap, clip she departed.

 

Grieving,

she lunged

towards a tryst with fate.

Slipped into trendy

High heeled boots over

gaudy textured net stockings.

With Angelina Jolie- esque red lips

 

behold

A vixen unfastened.

 

Newspapers reported her missing.

With photographs of her aristocratic bygone look

Forensic scientists mapped the world.

 

Centuries later

vampire fangs

wound with

long strings of golden hair

   surface

        deep within

             the  

                Eifel

                      tower

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