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Mirror Mirror

By Samuel McConochie


Put up your hands,

Snow White, in arrest.

Our fleeting fairytale—

Pounding from your chest.


Was freedom what you wanted,

Or to be fucked, fought, or fed?

Didn’t know what you were looking for—

A serial homemaker, a killer in bed.


Love for sale or for prayer,

Virtue, sin— your daily needs.

Monsters, terrors gone—

If it cut you, paper bleeds.


Dreaming or awake,

For the reader we’re surrendered.

Charming princes to their kinks—

Mirror forgotten, mirror remembered.


By Samuel McConochie



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