Snow White’s Stepmother


I always thought that she was beautiful. In a pinched, strained sort of way. Like something was holding her back, gnawing at her insides.

Now I know. I know because sometimes, I feel it, too.

Atleast my cruel mirror doesn’t talk back to me. Instead, I bear my pain in sapphire silence.

My poem, “Snow White’s Stepmother,” is now in Spudgun Magazine. You can read it here (see pages 30 and 31).

About these ads

Leave a comment

Filed under poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s