spells, magic and question marks
night but early or late but morning
well-lit small room and you turned it off
you carried your victim like a feather
inside the stockroom, no lights
you performed your spell to the naive
she cried before that and even after that
during the storm, she shed tears yet
you thought it was for pleasure while
you were casting your spells to that
vulnerable creature, you picked the rose
you took everything including the linens
used to cover her, everything about
your victim.
you took her power.
she claimed it back.
your urge to perform your magic
led you to poison.
lies confessed while you were pushing.
white ink, your victim got shocked.
speechless, she burst to silent tears
your victim was nervous and yet
your eyes dilated to happiness
feeling fulfilled for your spell...
and lies.
your urge is leading you to death.
your victim's death has made her stronger.
white v-neck shirt, black pants
black oversized shirt, white skinny jeans.
black and white, just as life.
what goes around, comes around
they said.
your victim's death will never be
reached to you.
