The Shadow Effect

seven

seven

The mirror was true,

it had helped Snow White and

the Wicked Queen

but it could not help

her.

Clumps of thin crimson hair

parted on either side

and eyes that were

blue like the icy sky's on

the solitary north.

Beneath that,

laid ruins of a deserted land

where all the things

she used to be

stood like broken pillars.

An isolated place

where her thoughts and feelings

ruled with a sadistic manner,

running unvoiced words

over and over

again.

She thought

that she was crazy,

being told a multiple of

half-true things,

wondering that maybe

if it was all

true.

Licking her dry, chapped

lips, overlooking

the falling sun

that fell along with the tattered

remnants of her

sanity.

If only somebody could think about. . . . her