Witch.

A poem by Raea Nyxx

 

What is this that you give me?

Presenting it like a trophy

Yet it feels like a hex

 

Poisoning me

Daily.

 

Assaulting my mind

Hourly.

 

I can feel my sanity slipping

Each minute.

 

You stop my breathe

Every second.

 

What are you?

What is this foreign object?

Where do I find the elixir?

Enigma.

Magnificent.

Illuminative.

Lotus.

Yin and yang.

 

I don’t know why

But

I put my your life over mine.

Is this deep affection

That inflicts my mind

The thing they call

Love.

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