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Snow White, To The Prince
(01.01,72 / New Orleans, Louisiana)

Snow White, To The Prince

Poem By Chris Tusa

after Susan Thomas

Truth is, my life was no fairytale,
that afternoon, I lay, a smiling corpse
under a glass sky, a rotten apple
lodged in my throat like a black lump
of cancer, your sloppy kiss dying on my lips.

Did you really believe a kiss could cure
the poison galloping through my veins,
as you stood there, with your ugly white horse,
the voices of dwarfs buzzing like flies
in the apple-scented air?

I wish you could see me now,
how I take to the sky, a witch
without a broom, an empty black silhouette
with stars for teeth, spooking deer
into briar patches, swallowing the shadows of trees,

I wish I could slip into my beautiful white flesh,
just once, my pretty white feet stuffed into black slippers,
my poisoned-breath fogging up the smiling mirror.
If only you could see the light pouring from my skin.
If only you could hear the songs my bones sing.

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Comments (2)

This is very clever and original. A very enjoyable and thought provoking read. Hugs Anna xxx
Guess I won't read this version to my grandkids...but I was amused and impressed by many of your descriptive phrases: 'a smiling corpse under a glass sky' 'your sloppy kiss dying on my lips (so blasphemous, I nearly wept) . The ending is just bitter enough. Good work. Raynette