08/02/2026
This is as if I wrote it…..who can relate.
she doesn’t need a knight
to save her
she needs a wild-vine
castle lost to civilization
and a forest full of
creature folk who know
her secrets and share
their own
she needs a library with
red velvet couches
and lanterns lit by fireflies
stories older than time
that taste like myth
and smell of danger
and lost lullabys
she doesn’t need a golden boy
to defend her honor
or a chariot to carry her away
she needs a night blooming
garden with forgotten-name flowers
and herbs that still
remember the moon’s first name
she needs an untamed labyrinth
with a hidden door in its center
leading to lost passages
of poems and candlelight
she needs a window seat
next to twilight
where she can read
and write and muse
and watch the storm giants
stalk the glimmer glass hills
she doesn’t need your
rescue or salvation
she needs
an ancient sword collection
a passport for soul travel
a hip flask
full of wh**ky and wonder
thigh high boots, unlimited wifi,
the coffee stained pages
of her own fairy tale
and a pet dragon
named Always
poem © Angi Sullins
