TheDemiDevil

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

I have black magic seeping from my fingertips into the ground

a cloudy, smoky substance that dances in the air

and twinkles in moonlight

I hate it

I hate how beautiful it is

I hate how much I love this magic

there have been crows packing at my skin and yelling at me

these stupid crows have followed me around ever since I was little

mother says they're kissing my skin

but she never saw the cuts they leave

the crow queen isn't a crow

she is born of crow

and shows the crows mercy

but isn't crow

she is somewhere between the lines of magic and human

a power bestowed upon her unrightfully.

one stick

one swipe 

that represents my love

my adulthood

so where is my lipstick?

who's borrowing it tonight?

who's borrowing my courage coat tonight?

I need both to appear ready for anything

take note of everything I say

my feelings are rooted in symbolism and poetry

my femininity washes over me

and a guilty realization sets in

I get to play both parts in my head

man and woman