Red’s She

In a tower,

she entered.

Knowing,

without seeing,

what lies ahead.

Tower doors

locked shut,

keys thrown in the moat.

Windows she passed,

decisively closed.

A glimpse she needed,

for sanity and strength.

A peek

at windows

again and again.

Once, twice, thrice,

windows partly opened.

Ah joy! So bittersweet.

Fleeting moments,

spiderweb-like cracks it wrought.

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