I went fishing, cast my line,
and found a surreal mind—
a crone I cast, not knowing what I'd find.
She lives all around, in stories abound.
She is mocked, ignored, and leeches **** her dry—
but yet she survives.
She knows the traps and lies.
She smiles
because this stage will come to everyone.
The disdain they feel
is themselves
in the looking glass.
She just had a glass of wine
and laughs.
What a catch I found—
A Crone Cast that is mine.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
I went fishing, cast my line,
and found a surreal mind—
a crone I cast, not knowing what I'd find.
She lives all around, in stories abound.
She is mocked, ignored, and leeches **** her dry—
but yet she survives.
She knows the traps and lies.
She smiles
because this stage will come to everyone.
The disdain they feel
is themselves
in the looking glass.
She just had a glass of wine
and laughs.
What a catch I found—
A Crone Cast that is mine.