Fell Out the WindowFell Out the Window4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She would ask for time and she'd beg for time.
Call it a gift and he'd give her time.
But time is not given and time is not taken;
it just sifts through its sift.
-Regina Spektor, "Buildings"
It was only supposed to be a routine check up.
What had once been the strongest of hair lay dead and fragile in her hands.
Her prince called "Rapunzel, Rapunzel;" before he realised,
bit his tongue. His girl even smaller in the bare,
white room, curled and withered;
He tried to be gentle. He tried to be kind.
Patches of skin, that peaked through her straw hair like a shy child,
frightened him; reminded him that she was infected.
But he stayed with her until her machines chimed,
she would ask for time and she'd beg for time.
Gave her every spare second;
dropped it into the hospital room like it was a charity box.
With the others he'd call her adoptive mother
from a sticky payphone just outside in the hallway,
begging her for any tricks she might posses.
Tells him she believes betrayed is the term