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Mental, Romantic, Obsession...Call me Witch!

By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️Published 17 days ago • 2 min read
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Call me bitch

Fuck you!

Get it right

Call me Witch

Because your time is coming

I’ll crystalize you as karma comes to bite

I’ll break your spirt

With the fire that you bled under my skin

You’ll wish you never met me

With the vengeance I’ll surpass

Fuck your love

Fuck your control

I’ll break your hold

And be free of you

I drew my circle of power

Poured the salt for protection

Placed each candle and crystal carefully into place

You’ll finally hear me

Your hands will never touch my skin again

You’ll never breathe in my proximity again

I’ll intimidate you with power greater than you know existed

You’ll doubt the day we ever met

Isn’t this what you wanted

For me to break

For me to stand my ground

And speaking your words until they bite back

Now you hear me

Fuck you

I’m not going to be controlled

I’m not going to stoop down to your level again

I’m going to build my circle of power

And walk all over you

The candles flicker with my words

The power builds slowly

I take a deep breath

I ground myself until I’m ready to break your chains

I’ll scream out in the dead of night

Letting the woods become my stage

The moon bathes me in light

The wind whips my hair around my face

Fire burns in my eyes

Pouring out of my soul

Knock once for me

Knock twice to acknowledge me

Knock three times to let me in

Knock four times as I silence you

Knock once more and you’ll be dead

I’ve written your name on parchment

Bound it

Brazed it in flames

You didn’t break me

The darkness took hold and blossomed

Then spoke to me and told me to fight back

You might think you’re going to win

But the fates have shared with me

How predictable you are

How your ego will do the work for me

And bury you with your own sharp tongue

I crowned my head with the leaves and twigs of nature

I let my feet feel the pinch of the earth beneath me

Piece by piece

I’ve been putting myself back together

Each broken shard

Placed lovingly back in place

Your words cut me like a knife

But I’m refusing to give up

Each word is laced into my heart

How you loved me

How you hated me

How you blamed me for everything

Maybe finally,

I’ll be able to find my peace

 

 

 

 

Stream of Consciousness

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Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️

Come sit with me awhile. Writing is my favorite kind of magic—conjuring dark worlds, forbidden souls, and stories that haunt long after the last page. Lately, I’ve wandered deeper into psychology, the mind, and the shadows within us all...

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    Written by Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️