The walking curse

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by Grizzly_sinofsloth

by Grizzly_sinofsloth

"AAAAARGH!"

The blacksmith mistimed his hit, smashing his hand and burning himself.

"AH!"

The woman carrying the basket tripped over her own feet, spilling it's contents and landing face-first.

"OH!"

The noblewoman tripped over her, covering herself in dirt and grime.

I turn around.

I walk away.

I watch from afar.

It's as clear as day.

There is no calamity, when I am not in the way.

I am a child of chaos.

A seed of misfortune.

My every coming is inopportune.

Try as I might, it does not stop.

Everything one does when I appear is for naught.

I do not wish to hide,

but I must stay away.

I want them all to have a good day.

I yell and cry, and berate myself with words....

I remember the man.

I remember his deal.

It was one he failed to seal.

I wish he did.

I wish mother strayed.

I wish rumplestiltkin took me away.

why must I be born a curse?

Do not tell me I am being terse.

I know that I am a walking,

talking,

breathing,

curse.