ifẹya sometimes looks into the mirror and notices her decaying body
the unhealed generational trauma is like maggots, eating her soul from the inside out as it rots inside of her
be careful, when she opens her mouth and hisses, death seeps from it, engulfing your soul as depression does life
her foul, deathly words that emanates with poison will only so falsely be transformed into such intriguing, persuasive, and tooth rotting words
her lifeless eyes will no longer will emit death, but illusory when her eyes seem full of life
and you will submit, serpents will be woven across your soul,
you will also be a walking corpse
and you will soon be the one He feasts on
