My Queen.
That’s what he calls me
sometimes.
Or Morgana.
Or Witch.
It’s all true
you know.
I was all of these things.
And these words of endearment
excite electrons in the ether
lights going on and off
a blinking guide
on the road back to myself.
My Queen.
That’s what he calls me
sometimes.
Or Morgana.
Or Witch.
It’s all true
you know.
I was all of these things.
And these words of endearment
excite electrons in the ether
lights going on and off
a blinking guide
on the road back to myself.