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The Perfect Queen

May 26, 2013
By the3rdkind GOLD, Santo Domingo, Other
the3rdkind GOLD, Santo Domingo, Other
11 articles 2 photos 20 comments

Favorite Quote:
One day you are seventeen and planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And that someday is yesterday. And this is your life. - Nathan Scott (OTH)

Stiff she stood in front of the creature inside the mirror. And with a small voice full of tremble and madness in her eyes she hissed, “Who is it?” And before the mirror creature or anyone could respond she howled, “WHO IS IT? WHO IS THIS WOMAN WHO IS FAIRER THAN ME? HUH?!?” Her screech shook the whole castle, insects between creeks and mice from inside the walls scattered away for they did not want to be there for what followed next.
On the Queen’s forehead you could trace the blood coursing veins pumping with rage. Two whirl pools of despair replaced the once emerald orbs. Hesitant panting and short breaths escaped her mouth. “TELL ME!” She demanded one last time.
“Snow Wh-“ but before the mirror creature could answer it was cut off by a flying golden chalice, once used to swallow down intoxicants to hush up the croaked screams from the inside, shattering the silver mirror into tiny, single crystal pieces.
And her wrath was released into a delirious roar, the demon she had become let out excruciating pain stored for years. She took chairs, tables, hand-crafted plates, silver-wear, and brushes and slammed them and hammered them against the floor and the walls. The loony Queen scratched her face over and over again; with her claws she wrecked her body, slicing her very own flesh, until she was a bloody fountain. The batty Queen let herself fall to the ground, she crawled to the darkness of underneath her bedstead and laid there in between the shadows and basked in her insanity.
I’m perfect, I’m perfect, I’m perfect. Mommy said I’m perfect.
She soaked her body in a pool of exasperation. After years of following behind Mommy’s tainted track, crimson lips, powdered face, milky skin, long silky hair, and man after man, conquest after conquest. Everything was supposed to be a peerless build up reality. Yet, everything was pound to the ground, wrinkled and squished into a whole.
The whimpering did not stop.
The internal bleeding did not stop.
The cracking of her soul did not stop.
Mommy, your little girl is flawless.
The incubus eating up the inside of the damaged porcelain doll did not stop.

The author's comments:
Something I wrote about the queen from "Snow White and The Huntsman."

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on Jun. 2 2013 at 5:23 pm
Jade.I.Am ELITE, Fishers, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”
― Charles Bukowski

creeeeeeeepy, but good :D

D.K.Artmond said...
on Jun. 2 2013 at 5:19 pm
D.K.Artmond, Jaco, Other
0 articles 0 photos 4 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Writing is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all"
Amelia Afterthought, (one of my characters)

The Queen is mad in soooo many ways... The details are wonderfully full and inspiring for the imagination. I love it!