queen narcissa

(c) 2011-2012 'Safira B'

old soul eyes see the plaited hair,

glass slippers, evil s

tep-mother

s, grand balls  and k-i-s-s-ing
Prince Frog The Fourth,

old soul eyes, old glass cut eyes

slice right through childish

foolish notions of happily ever after;

i was always, always the q u e e n.

daddy’s little princess

has chocolate curls and an unrefined

petulant rage

; i am not his favourite

though she’s an ugly step

cyst-er.

jet black hair glints like jet black

q u e e n s, flawlessly cut onyx

in a sea of marble. move s

tep

bystep my precious king;

i refuse your poison apples:

once was enough and happily

ever                                        after

isbullsh—

once upon a time,

there was a bright, delicate

slice of epiphany-esque flower(

narcissus, the queen 2b marvels,

textbook quotes flooding her

)sends reflections of a flowing

creek into thirsty eyes.

narcissus. if that’s not propaganda; it stinks of

sticky sweaty half-truths

efforts to be positive

no one can love me more than me

apparently.

s

tep by step, you’ve conquered

all my pawns and rooks and

knights and bishops, and I’

ve been fighting the wrong king

i think

as black onyx

is s

pat

into my uneyes.

I am just a q u e e n;

        [just] me.

                                                                      i don't think i could, don't think
                                                                      i want [to love] you anymore.


let’s sig(h)n this armistice

lay down
steely gaze, wordy whips
and mile-high trenches;

makelove [tome]

and not

war [withme]

let your blue-eyed lies flood my lands

for the first and last time,

and remember

there is no happy ending

but there’s no wolf

or evil step-mother

either.

“ I am still Queen,

Your Lordship. “