Lately
every time I give in
I am a wretch filled with piss and vinegar.
I don’t need a shot to numb the pain.
I prefer to feel the sword slicing through my armor.
I want the blood to fill my boots
see my limbs fall away from my frame.
I want to sail the savage world
taste the salt of tropical sandy coasts,
the wonder of a new adventure.
I want my mate to taste the spoils with me
unrestricted
free.
The castle walls are crumbling.
I am not magic.
I am not a bitch.
I am not a Princess.
The plan is to
slay the giant
rescue the prey
part with the ghosts.
Together we can reimagine the ruins and triumph.
I need your support, not your apology.
I need a partner, a fighter, most of all
I need a friend.
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