WitchThe black cat purred, arching into her caress behind the ear, its little nose twitching adorably. She smiled, contentedly waving her wand and letting the dishes do themselves.
Outside her humble abode, the rain was falling, a steady pit-pat. She could hear a hum of voices.
The villagers were here to call her a monster. A witch. They spat the word as if it was dirty.
At least there wouldn't be any torches today.
"Why don't you just turn them into mice?" The cat asked, with a sly grin.
"I prefer to think I'm not as unreasonable as them."
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Every expression that flows from the tip of your pen,
Inspiring, evocative and pure, like things in this world rarely are;
You, whose every whim resembles a dulcet elixir,
Before it even meets paper,
I will never be able to write like you.
Every phrase drawn with blood from the hole in my heart,
Agonizing, raw emotion blending with sincerity, nothing but the ugly truth;
I, whose inspiration comes from inherent despair,
Will only ever invent,
I look and see jutting out of your shoulder blades,
Snowy, immaculate wings of an angel.
I can feel my own two wings recoil in disgrace,
They are torn, monstrous, with bone showing through singed feathers and flesh.
I will never be able to capture the same eloquence as you,
See the beauty of life and imbue this vision in others.
All I do is brood and try to grab hold of fleeting imaginings,
Morbid memories and nightmares that won't stop haunting me.
I am not jealous, just curio
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So do fangirls.
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Which, for some inexplicable reason, I feel is a sin.
Minutes and hours seem to slip through the gaps between my fingers,
So fast that I can do nothing,
My bottom lip has countless indents,
Because I keep biting down to stop the flow of tears,
(God, I'm pathetic.)
As I go through denial, anger, depression, bargaining...
And get stuck on that last stage;
I do outrageous things, unforgivable things,
As if daring you (begging you) to come back,
If only to kick my ass.
If only those two words didn't exist.
I sincerely wish I could erase them from the English language,
Maybe that would lessen my anguish.
Maybe language itself should cease to be.
Then I could stop the shards of glass embedded in my soul,
From flowing out with every letter that leaves me.
I want to keep those shards.
They prove you existed. Exist. Will go on existing.
One year passes, then two, then three.
Blessed relief from the pain
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I know the wonder of the universe,
and the mysteries it keeps.
I think deep.
And I see clear.
By my hands
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Let's say you have a story. Let's say you have a page where there should be a story, but the paper is empty and the inkstains are fresh on your tongue and the words keep diving back into your throat every time you try to speak or write. Remember, darling, when you told me that a bare book is like the faces of newly-made angels? You used to have something for this: a shallow well inside your chest where you could put the thoughts and the silence and the prayers and other forgotten things and every time you needed something beautiful I would reach inside and pull it out for you. But it's gone now, the well and the water and whatever else was in it. Everything is gone.
I once was a writer too, you know, back before there were things like castles and dragons and fairytales and true love always ended in flames. I built a story built a world built a kingdom, a forest filled with arrow-backed saplings and leaves swimming in golden light, the sun gliding down to illuminate the dark patc