they asked her to leave
the carriage awaited
there were storms to be conquered
and wars to be won
so drench her in flowers
and bury her in silk
while they pick up the swords
and charge into the clouds
the tightrope is about to break
because they wrapped the best weapon
in a pretty pink corset
and let her sit in the closet
because they’d rather die in defeat
than live and let her be the savior.
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