this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before
"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it."
this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut
the cuts they give me when they call me 'stupid girl'.
this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before
"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it."
this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut
the cuts they give me when they call me 'stupid girl'.
there's just so much I want to say, to pour out from me into you
but where to begin?
it begins home, at home, my head, the house, the lawn
the yard where I begin to understand how to be a human being
bite your tongue and swallow
count to ten, divisible by 2 on a good day and 5 on a bad day
9 chews too loud
8 rubs on each finger, 8 thumb to thumb and then every other finger. always an even number
I don't want to
I shouldn't need to
I don't have to
I really shouldn't.
Numbers upon numbers upon numbers that insist
upon eachother. Adding up quickly and carrying mental
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