Eleanor:
Mirror, mirror between my palm and thumb
How, today, shall I play Narcissus?
With visage glossed, and filters on
Dare anyone say they're fairer than this fine hun?
Mirror:
Aye, aye Instagram spawn
None compares in all TikTok-dom
You stand as one—the only one
Unmatched in splendor, the icon of Snapchat lore
Eleanor:
Mirror, mirror, are you sure that's all?
None liked more? none more adored?
None more double-tapped with the genuflection of the thumb?
Tell me, or I shall condemn you to be replaced at once!
Mirror:
Rest assured O glamorous one
You're as distinguished as they come
Your face is the favor of the gods—
Its splendor, a grace lavished on anyone they smile on
Elaine-no-more:
Mirror, mirror—stuck in my face from dawn till dusk
Tethered to my ears with the endless ping of notifications
Liar, slaver, enchanter, seducer, deceiver, executioner!
May you crack, may you be smashed
May your splinters be scattered so far that they can be found by none... ever!