golden hair wound around you
as if your body was a spool
and this was the way to hide
beneath something
lighter than yourself
to protect you from hands that
tangle themselves in your limbs,
that hold your tiny wrists to the ground,
put so much weight on your ribs
that you imagine them cracking
like kindling, like ice on a pond,
your heart is a fish
frozen beneath the surface.
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tradition for her feast day: http://www.zenit.org/article-28121?l=english
"The Prefect Sempronius wished Agnes to marry his son, and on Agnes' refusal he condemned her to death. As Roman law did not permit the execution of virgins, Sempronius had a naked Agnes dragged through the streets to a brothel. As she prayed, her hair grew and covered her body. It was also said that all of the men who attempted to rape her were immediately struck blind." - Wikipedia
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