Imperiled
By Sprite
******* I am Rapunzel in the tower calling for help stranded in isolation, Feeling angry like Lois Lane kidnapped by Lex Luther, Pursued like Jack Lemon in drag running from the mob, in a ridiculous disguise, a sickly smile on my face. I am feeling hopeless about my future, teetering like Eva Marie Saint hanging from Mt. Rushmore. Like Jodie Foster being attacked at home, I feel panicked and ready to fight. Like Jessica Lange screaming in Kong's hand, terrified of being eaten alive, I am me yearning to survive and reach a state of self realization, hoping to enter the Renaissance of my life, praying for all I am worth.Not feeling this bad now, but wanted to edit this one. I was never satisfied with it the way it was. Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 09:20 AM PST, Joyce 0 • 10
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