When the clock strikes midnight
I will not flee the scene.
I will stand before you
As my dress disintegrates
Into an oversized Tee
Perfume replaced with sweat.
You will choose your future
At the end of the night
Because I
Am my own fairy godmother
And I break
My own spells.
Soft Eyes Jagged Nails
By KaylaAdeline
I hunt for words The same way I shop for clothes I sift through racks in thrift stores Because that is wher... More