I witchness

Into a new character I shall writ myself today

Birthing a perspective till now concealed

A sapling I’ll plant and its nature, reveal


Not a forest of abundance and prosperity

But one of, twisted boughs and thorny vines



I am, I am

Controlling the realms I flow into

The rawness of wounds I give

Cut from minerals of my steel


I declare, painting myself as a witch

Only a cacophony of denials I meet with


Clutching their unfortunate chests they claim

My affections to be holy and pure

Unbeknownst that barbs and marred skin

Feel the same


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