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you’re alone now little girl and there’s nobody to save you you said it yourself you’re no damsel in distress you need no knight to save you no matter how shiny their armor you were alone before little girl blue striped shirt tight across your chest you couldn’t breathe then you couldn’t scream if you tried for all the frogs in your throat you’d think a prince would come you felt alone then little girl nobody to free you from the metal at your spine his arm at your back that leer backed by a friend whose laughs weren’t silent nobody would see nobody did see the tower was too tall the hallways too long the staircase feels too steep now the way you trudge up them tread carefully princess for a broken shard of glass may pierce your heart again no prince charming no fairy godmother you have to save yourself you weren’t alone after little girl there were people to tell people who you didn’t want to hover to swarm you to never let you escape so you told one and she became your knight your self-appointed shadow that helped you climb the tower and even if she didn’t slay the dragon she found the slipper that fit you both you’re alone once more little girl and her laugh isn’t there to smother the silence that smothered you and her sword isn’t by your side to slay any of the dragons still in their lair at the top of the stairs and she didn’t knight another to take her place and you didn’t tell anyone else kept your mouth shut as if you were gagged with a poison apple like a good princess so you’re alone again little girl