Mary by Katherine Liu

The girls they cried,

The girls they screamed,

As if the devils sing.

I blind my eyes,

And thought to believe,

Falling down till I see.

The doll I held

With a needle within,

The angel next to me grinned.

In my heart was a holy flame,

Facing the angle,

And I, fallen, sang.

Every single word broke apart,

The fire burnt my eyes to cry and lips so dry

And I was only left to be denied.

I tried to explain with all my heart,

And drowned myself into deep despair,

Because the more I spoke the less anyone cared.

The closer to the truth we step,

The louder the angel cried and moaned,

And back again, burning myself to despair alone.

“I am not the witch, I did no wrong!”

But my own words led me down,

And convinced me that no one heard a sound.

So why not I continue what I’ve done,

“Fly” back to the angels, to “heaven”

“Back to where I belong.”

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