Her. (rough draft)

Witch

She's high the next night.

I can't remember what I was doing.

I don't really know if I like her when she's high. 

But she's staring,

I smile.

"I can finally see you"

This does excite me.

"What do you see?" I ask her.

"You're a witch."

I immediately think of a hag.

Green skinned, large worty nose.

"A witch?" 

"Yes, a good witch. Like I see you with your crystals and shit, I just feel like you know everything."

I laugh it off.