

The bell I'm here The bell by *TheObviousChild
a brassy Miss Havisham,
parched by dust and crashing
through silence for miles.
Marriages crack like plates
in my wake.
I'm here
madwoman in the attic,
my jaw hanging slack.
An echo between my lips
like a bad word,
I am brazen as a sailor.
I'm here
disgruntled Rapunzel,
lifetimes spent holding my tongue.
Climb my rope of hair.
Turn my head,
and I will speak for you.