Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.
I think I've read some parts but it's been forever so wtv omg I remember this as ur first story and when your poetry book had 500 reads and u used change it to whatever the reader wanted sigh the old days
"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is destroyed."
I love that one
i am shocked at the fact that i actually just got angry reading this sentence
i'm rereading this bc i fell behind and all i remember is a white boy gets cursed — pray for me