Protected. Poisoned. Purged.
They whispered wrong in candle smoke, They pulled at roots not theirs to stroke— But I, the one they tried to bind, Have thorns that twist in sacred time. 🖤 Protected first—by will and flame, By spirits that don’t speak their name. By every scar I dared survive, By every buried truth alive. You watched and wished me harm in jest, And now the weight sits on your chest. The winds have heard, the ground has cracked— Each false intent now echoes back. 🖤 Poisoned next—with mirror’s gleam, Your envy festers in your dream. But know this: I was born with fire— Your curses only feed desire. The words you spit now turn and bite, Returning home in sleepless night. Each syllable—a coiled sting, Each echo leaves a hollow ring. 🖤 Then purged, at last—my name set free, Your spite burned down beneath my tree. For every whisper clothed in charm, A blade now turns inside your arm. May your peace decay like soured wine, And joy refuse your crooked spine. 🖤 Tread gently now with poisoned tongue—...
