Of Hearts and Daggers.

The Queen of Hearts looks in the mirror,

Catches the glimpse of a naive girl

Broken, mocked and taken advantage of,

A graveyard of insecurities.

What a fool she used to be.

Smiling happily at what she is now,

She unveils a dainty casket and

Unsheathes her dagger,

Gleaming at its defined edges 

She pieced together herself.

Often, she says that

It’s lethal to carry a weapon

Made of the fragments of your past self.