Shit rant poems

Torturers, Sorceresses & Sorcerers

This has been in my drafts for a while so I'm finally publishing it, even though it's just a short bit, enjoy:)

You're a wicked sorceress

A torturer

With blades that stab my spine

But I'll be fine

Even if the shards of glass

Live on in my stomach

And my life

Is in the hands

Of a 3 am emergency room visit

But

I'll move on

And I won't

Glimmer in confidence

Or shine in pride

I'm not a diamond

I just reflect

Like they do

So I can see the confusion

But don't let it be misplaced in fear

Fir not even

The most medieval

Inhumane tricks and tools

Could break me

And sorcerers

Or sorceresses

Could ever bend my spirit

And break who I am