Inside out, the witch’s mouth….
I see to believe in almond meows,
lifting my brows….
Stirring, stirring, adding my blues,
rainbow hues….
Nails attached, tipping my hat,
my legs in tow I cursey you know….
My lips twitch in red webs, sinister
dreads….
Care to weave some spells to show
and tell?
*Picture taken from Pinterest*
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During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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