{"id":64056,"date":"2020-06-27T11:57:13","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:57:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64056"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:58:44","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:58:44","slug":"hour-3-prompt-3-evil-queen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-3-prompt-3-evil-queen\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3, Prompt 3 Evil Queen"},"content":{"rendered":"

This body, this ego, this soul –
\nI’m not sure which, but something is rotten.
\nOnly the Evil Queen knows, but
\nshe’s not making the same mistake twice.
\nShe won’t send the woodsman with his pants around his ankles this time.
\nI wish she’d just come with her knife,<\/p>\n

or maybe a sliver of mirror.<\/p>\n

At almost 200 pounds, surrounded by ripe apples and quiet men,
\nI finally left their table.
\nOnly the Evil Queen knows, but
\nshe’s not sharing her apple cider vinegar spells anymore.
\nShe’s taken every scale, tape measure, and mirror.
\nShe won’t tell us who the fairest is.
\nWe become ever-shrinking violets, our dresses hang.
\nAs scarecrow shaped sirens, we call out for validation –<\/p>\n

or maybe a sliver of mirror.<\/p>\n

When I peer into my father’s wishing well,
\nI see now at 30 what I did at 20.
\nMy self-induced lycanthropy, covered in polar bear’s fat and woman’s fear,
\nhas shed. Only the soft white pelt remains.
\nI am afraid now, and only the Evil Queen knows –
\nwhat it’s like to be made of fur and fight, filled with pills, and carved<\/p>\n

with a sliver of mirror.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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