with a mouth sewed shut like stitches over bleeding cuts and fractured bones, i let you step all over me
to others my outward appearance is something of a welcome mat, even those who are unwelcome step on me
it's like my home is being robbed, my home in my heart-
but now my heart is empty, and i've set up security far too late
man, you all set yourself up
it's not my fault you made me put up these walls
from now on i am laced with poison serum instead of that vanilla bean you are so accustomed to
"she's a nice girl," they all hissed, tongues like swords slithering out of their sewers for mouths
you look me in the eye and curse me right to my face, but unlike curses, they don't bounce back because i don't let them
i stay wordless, heart beating at the thought of confrontation
let the events follow me for the whole rest of the day
say goodbye to ms. "nice girl." she is but a myth, a dream, a misinterpretation of what you call reality because yours is so amiss
you have bent the appointed laws of magick, and i am shifting them back into shape
don't press me or confiscate me from the realms of my ideal world, because your curses will now bounce back
"careful, she's a real witch"
- wolf
