roy herndon smith tied up in our scars, we think we're getting free of something —Carolyn Steinhoff the queen, frozen in the lie of her sovereign freedom from the flesh does not know she burns for the one who burns for her seeking a fire that will leave her untouched she turns to her mirror that cools all it reflects it returns to her the image of snow white in untouchable ice the lie consumes queen image, and mirror; bodies and ashes remain