Never-Never land

Pris Campbell

She folds her gown of a thousand stars
into a trunk.
Locks it.
Throws out the key.
Silence coats her with its quiet descent.
She recites his promises,
made then broken, 
to that place in the wall,
the hole that yawns wider each night
into never-never land.
She's not Rapunzel
or a lost Sleeping Beauty waiting
to be claimed by some handsome
Prince Charming, so when the Beast
walks through the hole,
she doesn't struggle.
She's just grateful to lie back 
and let him take her.