Her heart is black,
Her soul is jinxed,
Her mind is bewitched,
Her jet deamon nudges,
The bulging bubbling pot,
Poison ivy chemicals seep through,
floorboards groan,
Cold as ice,
Evil as death,
Mad as Satan,
She spoons the elixir,
Down the hatch,
Each toddler's scream fills her lungs,
She flourishes on the radiation of terror.
Her heart is black,
Her soul is jinxed,
Her mind is bewitched.
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
