Stitch And Patch~

for Kerry's October Challenge

Mirror mirror on the wall

covered herself in velvet and damask

under guise of shadows

she stitched herself into a witch suit;

an old woman made of bones collapsed in the corner of the bar

her skull filled with mead

her palsied hand a dish for tea leaves

 

Mirror mirror on the door

tip and tap

for a girl with a thousand stories moving under her skin

tied with sinew against her soul

by a deadly prince patched together with oxycodone

who had taken her dreams with a well placed, apocryphal  kiss

 

Mirror Mirror in the palm

girl without lips to sing her stories

a witch made of an endless sequence of funhouse mirrors

showing girl her threadbare gown beaded with shifting ghosts

of girl past, girl was to be

a ruby apple, plump and ripening, between her teeth

 

“Poor princess, how to eat an apple when the prince has your mouth

stitched so tight. Lucky I’m a witch tonight.”

snow white  girl cannot smile without lips

but her eyes dance their way back to life

apple red, apple slice

little starlight glowworms

each with a curve of girl history

connect the spaces between endless reflected images

pour their magik into the pores of girl

choking her doppelganger

refilling her with her own soul

and chutzpa

 

Mirror mirror on the wall

smiling witch chewing through the threads of her skin suit

girl with cherry mouth open on a thousand stories

pouring from her cheeks

staining dying walls with brilliant colors

one step

two step

dip

and curtsy low over the sleeping prince

bathed in television light and beer

a wedge of apple in her kiss

Snooki’s maniacal laughter

teams with alarm clock scream and shatters against the dawn

creating a situation

coffee trips its stream on a patchwork rug

that sucks the body of the prince into the hardwood

coffin

underneath

an apple core lodged in his throat

 

“My apple, my apple, my apple!!!!!!!!”

girl screams all the way to the cliff

edge

where her story had lain abridged for a thousand and five years

now open

for her skin to lay the next chapter . . . .

 

{The girl spat the straight edged razor from between white teeth

her skin a patchwork of reds

pretty as a deadly picture in the dizzy spin of cop lights

a heart in her basket

her voice solid and strong playing with sing song synonyms

as they cuffed her dainty wrists}

 

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Author's Note

for Kerry;s October Challenge
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/KERRY%27S-October-Challenge/14818/

Reviews

[Robin]

Kerry asked for psychological terror and your pen has woven an eerie tale that reaches into the darkest corners of the imagination . Striking symbolism in the transformation of the Witch , her skull full with the elixir of honey dreams , scrying the tea leaves in her palms . an oppressed princess , her queendom of precious words , denied by a selfish dragon of mundane mediocrity awash in the light of a mindless TV , here it meets it's fate. we enter her mind , feel her story , her apple , a mythic paradigm crossing the timescape , a Dragon slayed and a woman awakened

[FireWoman]

Psychological terror should be a foreign phrase to you my dear. There are days that you remind me I do have a heart still beating in my chest, as it pains me to read your lines. Unfictional fiction. The ending is spot on except for the call to her lawyer that lets her off scott -free sipping a soy latte in a french cafe...