A cute little fairy on your earlobe
A name like a crystal poodle
A bit of glitter in your eyeshadow
Are you a witch?
What about the dark side of the cloud
The ache in your womb
The fear that waters your knees
The hate that acid burns your throat?
The hearthfire may be cheery
But the smoke is black and thick.
The moon will soon be dark again
And there is no day but for night.