poetry, Uncategorized

mirror, mirror

mirror, mirror,

on the wall–

we all know how

this one starts.

it starts with a princess

and a queen

and an apple.

and it starts with a mirror

who told the truth.

because what could a queen be

if not beautiful?

does the mirror not lie

like mine does?

maybe it just wanted to see

what the queen could possibly be

if not for fairest in the land–

fairest, perhaps,

but with greed, and hate–

the ugliest beauty there is.

after all, what is beauty?



mirror, mirror,

on the wall,

who’s the fairest

of them all?


not I, says the mirror,

not I, I agree.


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