How many horcruxes do I have left?
She-whose-name-will-inevitably-be-mispronounced
Mischief and no longer a mistress
Because power comes in numbers
I am driven
I roll
With that intersectional truth
I castrate all your lords
Defile your lordesses
I float on my emotions
Tilt my head back a lil
Sun rays
Let me sink in
Take it in
Voices become winds
That no longer graze me
Musk
Oils
herbs
Love of me by me
Ancestral rituals
heal my wounds
I am your curse
The moment my lips leave your sight
You’ll
Shake laugh cry
In withdrawal
You’ll only imagine
What touching me would’ve felt like
Because
Life is a cycle o’ terrible twos
Resulting in an amazing one