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Elizabeth Foley Oct 2011
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Show me purest of them all…
-A pause to process this big mistake-
Clearly, you’ve mistaken what I said

A woman is staring back at me
Whose face I cannot recognize
Her lips drip venom falsities
And spite sparks fire in her eyes

In her hands lay a golden cup
With an inscription branded on the side
She waits for someone to fill it up
Saying, “The Mirror never lies.”

A thousand ships sail across her neck
In circles, round and round
She throws her head back and starts to laugh
I shiver at the sound

“You look so confused, my love.
“Your eyes are open wide!
“Don’t you recognize me, dearest girl?
“I’ve always been on your left side.”

With that she flipped her shining hair
And narrowed those flashing, feline eyes
Then stepped aside to let me see
The principality and its demise

The world cracked just a little then…
It stopped spinning certainly
But the propulsion sent me forward
Spiraling for what seemed like an eternity

I landed on my hands and knees
Tears like rain falling to the floor
Mourning the death of my dear friend
Whose company I’d lost for evermore

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Who has fallen farther than them all?
I see my reflection from the ground
Staring blankly into nothingness…
Elizabeth Foley Oct 2011
This is the world
That I escape to when I’m desperate
A world where dreams
Transform into soft realities

I watch it sparkle
The sun rises brighter every time
But then the dark comes
And I watch the sun set on my sublime

For every sun beam
There are two moons
It shines so brightly
But leaves too soon
And we lay enveloped
In what we’ve lost
But I’m forced to stay here
Trapped in the dusk

You laugh and you cry
When you’re in this place
Weighed down by fears
That can’t be erased

So you start running fast
And push off of the ground
Then soar like an eagle
Before you come tumbling down

I tried to escape from this other world
Tried harder and harder to never go back
But it’s Neverland for adults you see
And discipline is a virtue that I lack

For every sunbeam
There are two moons
It shines so brightly
But leaves too soon
And we lay enveloped
In what we’ve lost
But I’m forced to stay here
Trapped in the dusk

Still with all of its faults
I can’t get away
But just like a mirage
I can never stay

So I travel back
To a world that’s fake
Full of fantasies
My brain could never make

For every sunbeam
There are two moons
It shines so brightly
But leaves too soon
And we lay enveloped
In what we’ve lost
But I’m forced to stay here
Trapped in the dusk
It's a song about writers and the way we see the world.
Elizabeth Foley Oct 2011
What happens to a word unspoken?
Where can it go?
It is the unshared token
Between hearts tossed to and fro.

Silence is the ticking of the clock
The timer on a bomb
An impenetrable block
Quiet. Quiet.

It is the gushing flesh wound
Left to disease
Rotting from the lack of sound
Unseen by those you hope to please.

But what happens to a word left unsaid?
Where can it go?
Betrayed and left for dead
Choked by this elaborate show

It is buried deeply underground
In the Mausoleum of Cat-caught tongues
Where all the silence can be found
Screaming at the top of its lungs.

— The End —