personal – pretty words for wicked girls

small magic

I have been jumping from ledge to ledge for the past five years. Putting up with bad behaviour, letting people treat me however they wanted, as long is it meant I could survive. I wanted to desperately to leave where I came from, not because of my family, who has persevered and loved each otherContinue reading “small magic”

animal instinct

I guess I should start you off with something so let’s go with a short poem. More wolf than girl,I respond to my instincts,the voice in my headthat urges me to run… or to freeze… or to fight….. she’s even learned how to fawn,swallowing down her pride,just to survive. She sizes up each opponent,and herContinue reading “animal instinct”