It's a sorry existence
when you are using your Dark Gift
to send a plague after your own sister.

The Veil was thin
this past Blue Moon.
Did you think I wouldn't realize
exactly what that was?

Little red bumps
in clusters of three
on all of my creases and both of my cheeks.
Glass shattered like a heart.
And the truck won't start.

Just breathe. Be still.
Notice your own will.
The Answer is inside You.
I know you will find Yourself.
Everything you do, everything you say,
you say to Yourself.

That's why I had to do it.
No I didn't send it back threefold,
and you should know that.
I strengthened my protection,
and I included You.

I just have one more thing to say:
that witchcraft isn't for the weak-willed.
You won't learn anything from scrolling
through phishy websites hoping
I would think that this was cute.
Witch, you're due for a reboot.