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Writer's pictureVictoria Quinn

a letter to my haters: i'm your long-lost sister (free verse)

sneaky, sneaky, little human demon!

what will happen to you when your term is over?

you know there's an expiration date,

and the deal you had made under the sea is resurfacing


he doesn't play with his property

when you're his, you're bound


why get mad at me?

what is it about me,

that would coerce you into cahoots with your own worst enemy?

you may think it's me, but my hands are clean


in fact: i'm you're long-lost sister

but because i rose from the dead

your limiting eyes don't see me


wake up to your senses

i only wanted to be your friend

but now you'd be lucky to regain my trust

you must clean up the blood you spilled in cursing my name,

and wishing me what i do not deserve


these are the pieces of yourself that you are picking up

and only you can do it

meet me at my level

to bathe in my free energy




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