Story of a wicked town! There's no saving me, as I'm about to sink low and drown. Let me tell you; meanwhile, the story of a wicked town. Ye olde town it was, packed with sleeper cell bitches. Pitiful hearts on sleeves, slain by femme fatale witches. Met with a coven of crones, T'was easy being belittled to the bone. For they knew bout my frailty, and faults to which I'm prone. Was friends with vile Medusas, bitten till the skin turned blue. And after the blood ran dry, they left me broken without a clue. Haunted by the despicable Circes, I smiled while gritting my teeth. Staying wishful even when worn down, such an arduous was my feat. She-devils flayed my skin; their forked tongues spat fire. And my soul was set ablaze, for its ashes they desired. As I get burnt to a crisp, with shades of black and brown. Let me tell you; meanwhile, the story of a wicked town! - Vireshhh #Octoberpoetrychallenge #halloweenpoetry ====================================== #writers #writersofinsta #instapoetry #poetscommunity #poetrycommunity #poem #wordsofinstagram #writersofig #writersblock #poetry #poetsofinsta #instapoet #writersofinstagram #instapoems #poetofig #writersofindia #poetsofindia #poetryofinstagram #poetryoftheday #instagrampoetry #writerscommunity #instawriter #writerofig #poetryisnotdead #writersofinsta ====================================== https://www.instagram.com/p/B4SrIbFlLT5/?igshid=16lry1rkbz1l4