Blue shadow- the colour ‘Boudica’.
Jet-black kohl: Cleopatra’s Choice.
Blush Like A Virgin with Elizabeth I’s new collection!
And we are all queens now.
Beyond staining skin,
We enter a new battle.
Though our swords are heavy,
Grinding metal never felt so gentle.
There is a grace to the gore
Splendor in the slaughter
But justice always looks better on-screen.
Blood is brown;
Not red like the movies.
We enter a new battle.
Tea parties and crusades fall side by side
Under acid rain.
Wonderland smells like bleach and
The Red Queen’s lipstick stains Alice’s ashen cheeks
And the White Queen’s throat alike.
The Fairytales don’t warn us that war is dirty,
Sordid.
The smell of trenches cant be masked-
Not even by your Mother’s Opium perfume.
And isn’t it fitting that white armor comes out pink
Underneath the gunk and glitter.
We enter a new battle
As we scrub ourselves raw after the party,
Metal meets flesh
And warm blood meets cold tiles
And victory is cheap
When the cost is this high.
Today’s triumph lies in the mass grave
Of the Other Girls,
A small sacrifice for so much gained.
Nobody likes a sore-loser.
But the winner is never again
Asked to tea.
So we enter a new battle.
This time there can be no losses.
We must all have trophies by the end
For the bloodshed to be worth it.
So finish your tea,
And dry those eyes quick.
We haven’t got time to kill.
Annabelle Greenlees is a 17-year-old year old student, and devour-er of all things art, literature and dog-related, from Sydney’s inner-west.
