Aug 23, 2019
In place of this, a girl, a witch
She bleeds, and immersed in it
Knowledge has deviated from the brain into reality
Often times phobic and prising
Mindless traipse of historical facts
She knows by way of chronology, she could not have liquidated her love before 11
The spark of life could not leave her
Through abberence, it is clear that bits she stole have grown in her
Her blood boils down their flesh and will seep into spruce