Here I hang
The world all black
Life goes on
It passes me by
Voices sound
Far in the distance
I hear footsteps
Here she comes
How do I face her?
That piercing stare
She will ask me
How can I lie
No, I cannot
What will she do
She will demand
I must make
Her back straighter
Skin tighter
Face paler
Hair darker
Lips redder
Waist smaller
And legs longer
Here I Hang
So weak, so old
How long have I been here?
I stopped counting years ago
The Queen only knows
The door to my chamber
Opens and shuts
Her steps stop
Off comes the velvet
That shields me
There she stands
Asking once more
Just as always
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall
Who is the fairest
Of them all
Author notes
I origianally wrote this for my english class but I haven't posted it on Allpoetry... does that still count as a pre-write?
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