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what to wear when…in the garden of eden (“snakes” requested by sendmedaughters).
hey, open wide, here comes original sin…
i’m the hero of the story, don’t need to be savedpost 74 of an infinity-part series
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Orlando: Legolas doesn’t speak a lot, you know? He’s kinda the quiet type.
Best. Thing. Ever.
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what to wear when…pirate treasure is transformed under the callused palms of a mutineer. copper coin ridges flatten and are made flesh, piles of gems rise and clatter, rubies blanch pink and smooth into flushed cheeks. the x-marked map yawns wide, stretched over her saltwater-swollen belly. she is tall as a crow’s nest with iron-anchor-heavy thighs and shining eyes deep enough to drown in. her face is a tidepool, rippling with dark anticipation. she spits out a mouthful of sand and shakes her head; gleaming, gold-hilted swords woven into her hair clang like death gongs.
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what to wear when…no longer able to remember the earthy scent of tilled soil. she sucks hard on lemon rinds wedged into her chewed cheek pockets and counts the waves lapping against the creaking hull. her ship is crusty with barnacles, her belly bloated, her mouth tangy with acid and brine, but she knows true north and follows no orders. she’d rather have freedom than solid ground any day.
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Those are brave men knocking at our door. Let’s go kill them!
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Rapunzel: I Like the Quiet
by Jeannine Hall GaileySolitude my solace, wrapped around me
like layers of golden hair. Stacks of books
and I can sing as loud as I please all day and night.
In sleep I kick and snore, during the day, delight
in eating nothing but radishes and lime leaf tea.
Who says I need a partner to dance? Here
in this tower I am mistress of all; the reindeer,
the knight’s armor teetering in the corner,
various discarded disguises, crowns,
crumbs and bones. Will you rescue me?
What kingdom will replace my bounty
of leisure, what tether of care and nurture
do you wish to rope my neck with?Literature that reclaims a patriarchal narrative is my favourite. I just can’t get enough at the moment.
