366 Poems: October 30th, 2016


Pardon me if I do say,

but I’ve been feeling especially witchy


with a broom and a hat

and a red leather coat that

shines with the blood of my enemies.

Oh, but I’m nice

and I’m kind.

Just don’t cross my path

’cause there’s power and strength

in the cackle, the laugh

of the girl who knows all feared things

are magical.


And I want to be the girl that makes you love

all things magical.

“Kiki’s Delivery Service”


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