A Witch's Heart
She stares at me
with her dark coal like eyes.
She touches me
with her wrinkly hands.
Her nails are at point
as she cast her spell.
She whispers evil words
to tell me im dead.
This witch's heart is cold.
Her mind is exposed.
Death is her best friend.
Life is her enemy.
This witch's heart is black.
Cold and dusty like a shack.
Never mess with a witch's heart,
or a spell is cast upon your soul.
Copyright © Reva Mae | Year Posted 2012
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