Witch

How many horcruxes do I have left?

 

She-whose-name-will-inevitably-be-mispronounced

 

Mischief and no longer a mistress

Because power comes in numbers

 

I am driven

I roll

With that intersectionnal truth

 

I castrate all your lords

Defile your lordesses

 

I float on my emotions

Tilt my head back a lil

Sun rays

Let me sink in

Take it in

 

Voices become winds

That no longer graze me

 

Musk

Oils

herbs

Love of me by me

Rituals

heal my wounds

 

You’ve made me your curse

The moment my lips leave your sight

You’ll

Shake laugh cry

In withdrawal

You’ll only imagine

What touching me would’ve felt like

 

Because

 

Life is a cycle ‘o terrible twos

Resulting in an amazing one

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