Fairest
There it hangs on the wall
Her mirror, her greatest fear
She hates it, but she cannot stop
She glances
Then obsessively stares and scrutinizes
Crows feet faintly line her eyes, streaks of gray in thin hair
Lips creased and pencil thin
Lines around a mouth that has never laughed, She is
No longer the fairest
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
She already knows the answer
Before it leaves her lips
Flawless Snow White Skin
Thick, Silky Raven Hair
Blood red Lips
The fairest of them all
Once Upon A Time it was she.
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