After domestic violence and human trafficking, she became fire wrapped in flesh. Hardened by betrayal and exhaustion, she became crass, vengeful, and defensive.
She dabbled in witchcraft and spellwork — She wasn’t the girl you crossed — She was the one who hexed your name under the full moon.
She wore a pound of crystals on her wrist to hold my energy together, but inside, she was unraveling.
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