I'm not allowed your name in my mouth any more so these days I just call you "the void"

Black hole looking glass girl
Sweet reckless fury
Spiteful child with her dolls and trinkets and you made her angry you beast you monster

I tore at you like an animal curiously open and if I saw you I'd fall to your feet I think
And with my words I'd retrace my mark on you: mutually branded, thorn to thorn, wound to wound

You're a person to someone but to me you're medicine I chase the bitter of
And more common wounds need not apply