her kindI have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind. I have found the warm caves in the woods, filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves, closets, silks, innumerable goods; fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves: whining, rearranging the disaligned. A woman like that is misunderstood. I have been her kind. I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind.~anne sexton
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anne sextonpoetryher kind
Cinderella and the prince lived, they say, happily ever after, like two dolls in a museum case never bothered by diapers or dust, never arguing over the timing of an egg, never telling the same story twice, never getting a middle-aged spread, their darling smiles pasted on for eternity. Regular Bobbsey Twins. That story.
14th Jun 2011✧18:371 note
cinderellaanne sextondina goldsteinfeminismfuck disney
Hold me, my young dear, hold me, and only as she dreamed of the yellow hair did moonlight sift into her mouth.
14th Jun 2011✧18:374 notes
rapunzelanne sextondina goldsteinfallen princessesfeminismfuck disney
Meanwhile Snow White held court, rolling her china-blue doll eyes open and shut and sometimes referring to her mirror as women do.
14th Jun 2011✧18:37
snow whiteanne sextondina goldsteinfeminismdisney can fuck himselffallen princesses