The Princess that Rot in the Tower
Sierra Durbin
Seeming to elevate high into the sky, the stacks of stone create the spectacular tower. No one expected life up there, Surrounded by a garden of thorns. Trapped in her room hovering above the Earth, she paced back and forth in her prison. Biting her lips and ripping at her hair, the princess begged for someone to listen. Dressed in moss and armored with vines, the twisted structure curled up to the heavens, while its roots dug down into hell, looming over a path that was hardly even there. Like a sinister spiderweb, the tower sat there menacingly holding down its helpless victim, forbidding her to escape. The birds flew by without a care, not daring to perch at the window. Squirrels and mice never risked the climb. Even the insects knew to stay away. Oh, how she craved even the buzz of a mosquito in her ear to fill the silence of her loneliness. The day continued to drown the princess further in her sorrows. Cheeks burning with a shining smile, the sun seemed to mock her. As time passed there appeared to never be a tomorrow to follow. Her existence was stagnant while the world moved around her. The dance of the fireflies in the night remained enticing, inviting her to join their fun. Gazing out the window, she saw the stars shimmer without her. Longing for the taste of freedom to be more than a dream, the princess felt another piece of her die as she continued to slowly rot in her tower.
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