Why am I under your spell, you sorceress? You put me under your spell of kindness while I am at your mercy. You're a vile heretic that captured my heart. I'm just a cursed maiden. In the witch's spellbinding hands.
Dammit. Why can't you just let me go? I don't understand your magic that wreaked havoc on my soul.
Oh, I feel like I am in hell or heaven. Creature of magic. I surrender my body and soul to you.
If I cut my wrists, would you bind them up with your magic and give me powers too, so that I can be with you? Oh, what are we? We're just women. Is there something magical about us being friends? Or having the same mind?
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
