I ate the poisoned apple,
In the deep dark forest.
No one forced it down my throat,
Only I controlled it,
So it’s no me and no one else,
That I’ve come to my deathbed.
I’ll lie here just for a minute,
I said,
The forest grass so welcoming and fresh.
I’ll just close my eyes for a moment,
I said,
But it was a big mistake.
My mind was wrestling to keep me alive,
That’s when it crossed my mind,
I have to fight,
To take what’s rightfully mine.
I woke up after a decade of stillness,
My moss covered body,
Starting to decay.
There was no prince in sight,
No true love’s kiss,
Alright!
It’s just me and my heavy eyes,
I smile as I see a small flower grow,
On the palm of my hand.
There’s still life left in you it said,
You just have to fight,
Against this cruel night.
For their is no one else who could know,
The power of the girl who was lost to the world.
I crawl my way out of the dirt,
To embrace the night,
And the darkness inside.
I take my rage and turn it into a sword,
I take my pain and all my hurt,
To destroy who all did me wrong,
For I’m the twisted queen of them all.
A twisted Snow white they call me now,
As I take the battle to their door,
And force them to hear me out.
My painful cries will echo through the sky,
And none of them will ever look me in the eye,
I am power,
I am strength,
And the battle has just begun.

Aashna Vidyarthi