Witch*

**Used to be cherry-picked but I really don't think it deserves
that!**

She sits in the front row

Smiling

Flirting with the speaker

A stone flint in my heart

And I clench my fist

She coughs, and puts a handkerchief to her mouth

Bright blood spots the white linen when she takes it away again

A tight smile flits across my face, and I clench again, making her
double up this time

More blood

Red silk in my mind

A witch

That's what I am

Until they find me

Until they torture me

Finding my secrets

I won't tell them

How she wrecked me

How she took my soul

And shattered it

You can't live when your heart is bleeding

When your mind is aching

When evil like her is about

How could they understand

What it's like?

I'm not the witch

Oh no

She is.