Posted in Poetry

how she became a witch

It hurts me but won’t kill me,

A falling star from the sky

I caught and swallowed

Before it fell to the earth.

It lives, it grows, inside of me

Do you want to feel how it feels?

Do you want to know, know that

I gave it my heart, but it won’t kill me?

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I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

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