The Narcissist of Necromancy
and how I cut him off before he could pull the strings.
You pathetic excuse of a necromancer
trying to resurrect the skeletons in my closet.
Don’t you realize
I’m the one who put them there in the first place!
I bleached away the blood.
I scraped their sinews.
I polished their bones like silver.
Misery likes company.
and through the years I’ve hid there,
avoiding the eyes of Judgment,
we’ve come to know one another.
And I call them by name:
Zoey
Dianna
Lilith
Mörghana
Each one of them a reminder of
the girl who was born
and the witch who was born to be.
How dare you try to lure them to your side.
For I am not only their mother-
I am their queen.
They bow to no one,
but me.
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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