Briar Rose, In Cryostasis

Sometimes, the evil fairy wears a lab coat.
She pricks your finger with an infected needle,

suspends your head in a thermos flask.
You might be trapped in a liquid nitrogen

enchantment for a hundred years, surrounded
by cracked glass and jagged ice crystals,

waiting for the prince to defrost you,
to kiss the stump of your pretty neck.

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