Floating amongst purple jacaranda clouds
enveloped by the sweet perfume of white
jasmine, in another universe a heroine in
a lovely dress is conversing with a
protagonist who does not exist
I hold on to my book about a kidnapped
prince, a slave to a rich man’s servants,
heart broken when the wizard and ogre
do not recognise him, demanding to
see the rich man’s spoiled son
My secret escape from reality where I
buried the fairy dust that would magic
life into something wonderful, deter-
mined to stay bound and gagged
until all my work is done
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