The Evil Queen sits,
and prepares her thoughts.
I am open to criticism,
so don’t be afraid to give me compliments.
I know exactly how you see me,
exactly the way I imagine.
She raises her brow,
thoughts racing through her mind,
Would you like an apple?
The apple glistens like a guillotine.
No? You and I both know,
that I really do have a heart.
She crosses her legs,
flips her hair with a sweep
of a worn out hand.
And it is exactly as black as you think,
maybe more black than you know.
The apple dances between her fingers,
as red as the first red you remember seeing.
Because of that, sweet child,
I will always know more than you.
She bites the apple to its core.