SNOW WHITE; the whore.

mirror mirror on the wall, is how the saying goes,
who's top dog of these streets the bitter bitch must know,
the question is answered with a smirk from the man behind the glass,
miss snow white with rose red lips and a surely slammin' ass.
by these crude words the queen steps back, rage evident in her eyes,
"well that little brat is done for good, she can kiss her fame goodbye."
the queen set out to find a man willing to do her crime,
to get her own hands dirty with blood? nah, she didn't have the time.
finally she found the one who would carry out her demands,
to murder snow white and bring back her heart, still warm within his hands.
he set out at once to fulfill his task but in the plan there was a snair,
he hadn't known that the girl he was after would ever look so fair,
instead of death he warned miss white and told her to run far away,
and thus she did, she ran all night and hitchiked throughout the day.
but the world is a sick and dangerous place for lost, little, young girls,
and lil' white learned this the hard way as her demise began to unfurl,
one night she decided to accept a ride, as tired as she was,
the dumb lil' chick accepted a drink, unknowing that it was drugged.
her mind began to slip away and the driver eyed her with a grin,
the stupid bitch was so screwed and thus her downfall will now begin.
when she came back to she opened her eyes and gasped in fright and shock,
there she was in a pitch black room, naked and chained in locks.
through a door came seven men, each with sick, twisted smiles,
they gagged her up, pinned her down and her body each one defiled.
and from then on little white was lost in a world where there was no light,
and every day she could do nothing more but cry and struggle to fight.
she roamed the corners like her masters ordered, scantily dressed and batting her eyes,
until a car pulled up to the curb and took the slut for a ride.
once she was done, all banged up and knees blue and black,
she was paid and dropped until the next night when surely she'd be back.
the days played out all the same, the skank gettin' money for her pimps,
and along the line the little girl picked up some sexual tricks.
but poor lil' white was degraded and lost, crying every day,
until she found a lovely way to take all the pain away.
pill after pill she popped into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she drank,
a bottle of vodka slipped from her hands as her mind began to go black.
thus little white turned all pale, and her lips lost all trace of hue,
and when the seven men came back home they hadn't a clue what to do.
"shit, the bitch offed herself, we're so completely fucked!"
"nah, chill we'll throw her in the river, no one'll find her in that muck."
so they grabbed her lifeless body and carried it to the place,
and dumped her corpse in the water, everything sinking but her face.
her blank eyes glared at them from her souless body until finally it sank,
and the seven men left for good, blew all their cash on crank.
back at the castle the wicked witch looked into the mirror again,
"mirror, mirror, on the wall now tell me who's the best, my friend."
the mirror cackled and looked at the woman with an aggitated twitch,
"even dead, snow white's the shit and you're just a tired ol' bitch."

i wrote this for someone, recently. unfortunately, i'm a tad rusty,

since i haven't been writing in quite some time,

but this person, well, they brought back that urge to do so,

let's just say, i was inspired. very much inspired.

and to that person, i have this to say,

and hopefully you'll remember the random conversation we had that pretains to the following (:

- i looked it up, the sun does rise in the east and set in the west.

i know you're scared, 'cus i'm scared too,

but i'm willing to risk it all, all for you.

the sun will rise in the east and set in the west,

but this feeling in my heart ceases to rest.

that is, until you're by my side again,

and not for just this moment, but until forever's end.

with eyes so intense they captivate my being,

god, that smile of yours leaves my head reeling,

this feeling, i'm keeping, there's no chance that i'm leaving,

in your arms, i'm dreaming, for that kiss, i'm feening.

a faraway glance leaves me breathless,

this climbing tension fails to rest,

you're worth it all, storm clouds and thunder,

any ocean, there's no doubt i'd drown under,

i won't hesitate to walk through fire, ice, and glass,

to sacrfice something, there's no need to ask,

i would risk it all, whatever i'd have to do,

as long as it was for you, just and only you.

- destiny isabella f.