This grief,
Hangs heavy.
Swelling my aura so quickly,
My Blood Curse cannot drink it all.
Being powerless,
Most enraging thing in existence.
Conversion via witchcraft –
To cold fury,
Enough to power a billion lightbulbs.
Weaving new curses into my bones –
Until I am whole.
Weaving New Curses Into My Bones.
