Split faces, dangerous ears
Stumbling on the wrong rock
She's exhausted to expound her words
Yet no longer spilling black suicide tears
She spoke a little mystery
A puzzle that needs to get solved, not easily
Suddenly, all eyes are on her
With a bitter smile, a filthy plan set in her eyes
Sweeter than revenge
She sided with Karma as she defended
The people who spit their lousy song on her
So, this is her, saying for witches
who needs their mouth stitched real-quick
YOU ARE READING
We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks
PoetryA set of prose and poetry about sad thoughts, phobia, insomnia, bullies. It focuses more on the negative side of one's life. COMPLETED June 12, 2021
