Once Upon a Never-After

Her voice rose softly to a gentle hum,
White tears streaming onto rouge lips:
“Someday my Prince will come.”

Seven men just aren’t enough for some,
And the mirror doesn’t lie;
Her voice rose softly to a gentle hum.

One bite of the apple and your body turns numb,
Poison runs through your veins. You cry:
“Someday my Prince will come.”

Why not lie on the bed for a hundred year sum?
It’s been done before, with positive results;
Her voice rose softly to a gentle hum.

Or grow your hair, or prick your thumb,
But a thick braid does not suit hair as black as ebony:
“Someday my Prince will come.”

So you settle for a mirror dumb,
That reflects horses in fields but with no riders.
Her voice rose softly to a gentle hum:
“Someday my Prince will come.”

Laura Westerman

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