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Evil Queen
S u nita Th i nd
Castrate her crown of glimmer.
Sceptre of bones, gutting her kings and emperors.
Wearing her pain like a gown of glory.
Rousing her army to annihilate, in her palace of the barren.
Cradle of ice, pixelated in glitter.
Stillborn bliss.
Empires doused in muscles of wasted, tendons slain, sinews ignited.
Rainbow coloured is her doom.
Teal veins thick with no shame.
Remorseless like seaweed crawling around a dull and rusted moat.
Her agenda is weaned of any consensual love.
Flickering with baubles against ornate collar bone.
Spineless she dispatches her minions to a spiky dungeon.
Eloquent in her starvation of joy.
Unresolved on a throne of fractures.
Nestled in the neglect of a singed heart.
Greedy for misery of her lustrous step daughter.
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