The craft hovered high
They said it came overnight
Mom, hold me. I’m scared
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Anna Torres
I’m a 39-year old mother and student. I love reading, metal music, and writing. I have begun writing again since 2021
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Vex
Provoking every ounce of rage inside of me. Your voice kept grating me like a beehive droning over and over again. I still have the pentagram you drew for me. Your seances have failed because I am still here to haunt you. You used to call me a banshee while you were the ghost that kept tormenting me. We used exorcisms against each other but continued to aggravate one another in disbelief. I summoned the power of the seasons to punish you. Your selfish endeavors will outlast this damnation you wish upon me. You conjured spells to hurt me but didn't realize they would hurt you too. All of this will backfire because witchcraft isn't your strongest suit. I've mourned that Tuesday morning when you vanished, finally, into thin air. I've prayed for a reaping and ultimately, received a reckoning. All of your red flags are someone else's problem now. You didn't banish me. It was dissonance that had had enough and asked you to vacate. Unfulfillment wouldn't suffice but it was worth a shot. You kept triggering my hostility and it bred even more toxicity. Dysfunction made me a heretic of my own religion. Peace couldn't reach me with you in the way. I wanted to talk to fire but you wanted me to burn instead. It took a bit of magic to expel you from this reality but it finally worked. The lore will have a page dedicated to you and scum just like you. I have nothing left for you here. You can't provoke me anymore.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
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