Hello ladies and gents,
The WITCH is back! I decided to transform into my real self for October.
So pray tell, my pretty...is the wicked witch 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 dead?
In the life of a Witch, there is no "after" in the "ever after." There is no "happily." In the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story...beyond the story of her life, there is--alas--(or perhaps thank mercy!!) no telling. She was dead. Dead and gone. All that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice. I am her malice. Fury. Passion & betrayal. I am the essence of her, whispered from the womb of her tomb. The ash birthed a creature even death couldn't condemn.
This has been an ongoing joke with a lot of people I used to know. Them calling me the "wicked witch" as some form of insult. So, today I wanted to make her come to life. Dress myself up as the very words and make her my own! I think me and the wicked witch have a lot in common.
