❛do you have the heart to decorate your sin as it slowly kills you?❜
the tightness laced around her chest, shaping her existence, constricting and holding in a past she can never escape. her sin, a companion, dwells in her with every breathe she takes.
the strings fastened firmly, constricting and streching the depths of her heart. reminding her of the it's presence and squeezing harder with each minute, attempting to break free. the affliction on heart, seemed to drain her.the firmness of it reminds her of the guile actions she performed. sin is not a mistake, it's an apparent choice, framed and executed mindfully.
the grace she wraps around her heart, woven from vicious actions, guile thoughts and cruel aftermath, it is a punishment and sheild combined, it not only helps her survive in this world but also kills her as she chose to wear her sin as corset.
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anatomy of a witch
Poetry❝come, sit with me and devour the taste of your heart.❞ - a witch.