How can you look into another human’s soul and not be scared?
How can you see the darkness there and not have your hairs stand on end?
Why are you still here? Do I not frighten you?
Is my intensity and my pain not repulsive?
Can two broken people really make each other better?
Or are there just too many shards and sharp edges?
For my witchy friend who showed me that we all have a story to tell. Thanks for being there.