Hoy I feel Wicca

I dose off with a flower in my right hand while I clench my left hand into a fist of sorrow.
I want the sky blue when I am sleep. I want the sky black when I am awake.

You didn't answer my call or return it later on. The absence of your prescience makes me physically react. I clench my fist out of anger for you. As I lay in this bed slowly passing away I think of that baby bird that I tried to kill.
Over and over and over again. The creature was such a resilient little bastard and now you remind me of him. You refuse to die by the hand of a wicked witch such as me.
Though ironically I cannot help but think the baby bird that was being strangled had to be me. I feel the breathe leave my body because it is you that takes it from me. You were so gentle but had a hidden evil that activated at midnight. You are the death of that baby bird.
I just want to know what you are to me.

Xx
RosaElaPilarGoens RosaElaPilarGoens
18-21, F
Aug 25, 2014