the door oof the donjon is old
weathered and warped, and there is a drop six feet below sea level when open.
Be careful.
Inside there is a flat screen TV, HD, or disney movie nights. Movies are always in black and white and
Covered in snow.
Hazy.
Snow white lectures about my Knight in shining armor.
He's coming to save you, she says.
But i stare blank at the TV
lost in my own wonderland scheming of ways to escape Pandora's Box
I could shrink down to the size of a pin needle and ride my matress down to the bottom and land in the ocean with the fish. I could chop my locs off and shine my head clean. I'll make my own rope
Slipknot.
Chain thirteen.
Yarn over, and half-double crochet in third chain from hook
repeat. and that makes twelve
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