If you cursed me, it seems to have worked.
If you prayed for my blood on the walls, God answered you.
If you put a spell on me, asked for me to suffer, it worked.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
