The Curse of the Sugarplum Witch
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First collab with @meredithgrey_speaks , a poet from instagram, check it out!! Hope y'all enjoy this as much as i did, Merry christmas!!

The Curse of the Sugarplum Witch

Vexed, Was the sorceress.

Vexed, Was the sorceress. She needed her revenge against all who had vilified her.

Vexed, Was the sorceress. She needed her revenge against all who had vilified her. So she chants her birdsong,

Vexed, Was the sorceress. She needed her revenge against all who had vilified her. So she chants her birdsong, And casts her hex upon these candy-coated sugarplums.

Then comes,

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her.

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her. A hex so powerful,

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her. A hex so powerful, Even Maleficent could not quell her.

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her. A hex so powerful, Even Maleficent could not quell her. Blows a kiss of death upon the dazed,

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her. A hex so powerful, Even Maleficent could not quell her. Blows a kiss of death upon the dazed, Incapable of escaping this state for days.

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her. A hex so powerful, Even Maleficent could not quell her. Blows a kiss of death upon the dazed, Incapable of escaping this state for days. Sweetly innocent,

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her. A hex so powerful, Even Maleficent could not quell her. Blows a kiss of death upon the dazed, Incapable of escaping this state for days. Sweetly innocent, Is the sugarplum,

Then comes, A vex-causing hex upon those who tried to next her. A hex so powerful, Even Maleficent could not quell her. Blows a kiss of death upon the dazed, Incapable of escaping this state for days. Sweetly innocent, Is the sugarplum, Yet raging souls inhabit its guts.

Because at their core they are rotten.

Because at their core they are rotten. Rotten and ready to consume those who consume them.

Because at their core they are rotten. Rotten and ready to consume those who consume them. Those that consumed her,

Because at their core they are rotten. Rotten and ready to consume those who consume them. Those that consumed her, With rage,

Because at their core they are rotten. Rotten and ready to consume those who consume them. Those that consumed her, With rage, When they treated her like she was some kind of freak.

And when they awake,

And when they awake, Strapped to a table wearing the target they once put on her back,

And when they awake, Strapped to a table wearing the target they once put on her back, They will act so fake.

And when they awake, Strapped to a table wearing the target they once put on her back, They will act so fake. Like some black amnesia has come over them.

They are suddenly ignorant to all they have done.

They are suddenly ignorant to all they have done. Ignoramus is what has come of them.

They are suddenly ignorant to all they have done. Ignoramus is what has come of them. Incapable of recalling all the good she has done,

They are suddenly ignorant to all they have done. Ignoramus is what has come of them. Incapable of recalling all the good she has done, Like an elder holds on to their life so loosely.

As the black snow falls,

As the black snow falls, They will inhale a dreadful,

As the black snow falls, They will inhale a dreadful, Smokey little haze.

As the black snow falls, They will inhale a dreadful, Smokey little haze. And once it caresses their alveoli,

As the black snow falls, They will inhale a dreadful, Smokey little haze. And once it caresses their alveoli, Remorse will have passed to reach their minds.

As the black snow falls, They will inhale a dreadful, Smokey little haze. And once it caresses their alveoli, Remorse will have passed to reach their minds. It’s depletion furthers through their cells,

As the black snow falls, They will inhale a dreadful, Smokey little haze. And once it caresses their alveoli, Remorse will have passed to reach their minds. It’s depletion furthers through their cells, Now left alone inside a cell.

An unwanted gift is all that they will feel,

An unwanted gift is all that they will feel, As they continue to roam throughout this hell that they have dealt themselves.

@sassmyass X @meredithgrey_speaks You can find Meredith on Instagram!

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