The Witch

The grey words curl
from her pouty, red mouth
they spread like smoke
secrets beginning to unfurl

Secrets she shouldn't know
those that aren't hers
her red nails tap on the wood
and flames begin to eat away
as more words
come to life

They dance around
on wicked toes
telling everyone
of someone's woes
Teeth flash as they smile
into the ears
making everyone hear
their newly spoken
secrets and fears

Then they fade
but more spew forth
She pauses for a moment
in her tirade of truth
to let it sink in
she takes a sip of her drink
Her eyes flash red
She has been poisoned
The witch,
The sorceress
Shall be dead
in a minute
with her last, ragged breath
he last words billow
"Secrets, secrets are no fun
unless they're told to everyone."
And with that,
she turns to dust.

Author's Note

I like the end better. You?

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

I know this is going to seem off the wall, but for one reason or another I was picturing Patsy from Ab Fab.

[Lina Grey]

Love this. Especially the ending. :) Thank you.

[R.A. Youngblood]

I really enjoyed this..You're really good.. nice one ;) :D

[MandaBear]

Love the descriptions they bring this poem alive good job

[SuicidePact.]

the end was great!!!

[Abbie]

Good poem sophie, as always. Keep writing! :D