#st: triangles

[illusionswrites]

You called me a girl, but I am a portrait of the world on fire. You called me a girl, but I am a bruise that refuses to heal. You called me a girl, but I am a knife.

from Artemis Made Me Do It by Trista Mateer

[illusionswrites]

you are your own empress. you are your own high priestess. you are your own goddess. your independence will intimidate some-- it may even offend others. let it. that's their own problem, not yours.

big sister says from “shine your icy crown” by amanda lovelace

[illusionswrites]

My witchcraft does not answer to you. I did not come here for your validation, for your words to bring out the best in me, when I am already the best I can be. I came here to tell you my magic is mine and mine alone. You can love me, or hate me, but this is how I was made, thunder skinned and lightning boned.

“What To Say When They Think You Have Come To Them For Validation” from Your Heart Is The Sea by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

Get stolen by a God, run away with him, away from the meadows, wood nymph. Become Queen of the underworld. Turn the land of the dead into home. (You knew, didn't you, Cora? How you would rather be Persephone?)

excerpt from “How To Become A Myth” from Your Heart Is The Sea by Nikita Grill

[illusionswrites]

Who else was it going to be other than him when I am me? We are both destruction and evolution, endings and beginnings. The universe plots to bring those who can heal each other together. Yet I do not call this healing. This is something else.

excerpt from “Love and War” from Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

Your mother gave up her wild. You can still see it in her her eyes when something makes her ache. The way a wolf's eyes gleam with ferocity when she senses her young is in danger.

Mother by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

We are blood of the witches you thought were dead. We carry witchcraft in our bones whilst the magic still sings inside our heads. When the witch hunters imprisoned our ancestors when they tried to burn the magic away. Someone should have warned them that magic cannot be tamed. Because you cannot burn away what has always been aflame.

Witch by Nikita Gill

[illusionswrites]

"bitch," he spits. "witch," he sneers. & i say, "actually, i'm both."

reclaim everything. the witch doesn’t burn in this one by amanda lovelace.