Mirrored Evil

Tell me glass, tell me true,

Of all the ladies in the land,

Who is fairest, tell me who?

Thou, queen, art fairest in all the land,

No one shal be fairer than I.

They are in awe of my beauty. I am the grandest human being they have ever seen.

Were it not for my husband many men would grovel at my feet, aching for a taste of my skin.

Women are jealous of me, for all they can do is dream to attain the ephemeral status I have.

Those who doubt are blind. I care not for their existence. Anyone who does not worship me is better off rotting in the dungeons if not dead by my feet.

Look at me. Look only at me.

Worship me every hour, every minute, every second.

Draw breath to breathe the air I breathe.

You are all but dust. Beneath me. Trampled by me.

And I will make sure you remember it.

Tell me glass, tell me true

Of all the the ladies in the land,

Who is fairest, tell me who?

Thou, queen, art fair and beauteous to see,

But Snow White is lovelier far than thee!

What's this?

What delusion-

What disrespect!

No matter, tis but a passing fancy

No one shall ever be fairer than I

But what is this?

Rats. Filth. Feeling to praise that who is not me

Hair as black as ebony

Lips red as blood

Skin white as snow

A thief.

I hear the chimes of sweet words

Words that should have been meant for me

Why don't you let it pass?

The mirror asks me one day,

I have raised you to believe that you are the fairest,

It is not my sin, but my pleasure

To watch you build a delusion so grand that it becomes you

Without it, you are the dust beneath my feet

What you see is a face carved from marble with eyes of sapphire blue

What you truly are is a faceless, nameless wrath

I created you

You listen to me

His words pass one ear and out the other

Your purpose is to tell me that I am the fairest,

Nothing more. Nothing less.

And so I ask again:

Tell me glass, tell me true

Of all the ladies in the land,

Who is fairest, tell me who?

Thou, queen, art fair and beauteous to see,

But Snow White is lovelier far than thee!

The Mirror knows nothing,

He is just like the rest of them

Ignorant. Blind.

The glass knows nothing of what I had to do to get here

The shame

The humiliation

The suffering

The lives I have lost

Mother. Father. Sister.

I will not do it again.

To remain standing,

To world must focus on me

Adore me. Love me. Look at only me.

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Tell whose blood shall run these halls?

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Written by Lora Sarabia

Visual by Lily of the Woods

Layout by Kyla Mondejar