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Never trust a gift from a demon,
even an old teacher,
cuz they’ll do silly things like that,
not realizing
your head
can’t hold up a demon’s weight
crawling into space.
But hey,
if Dr. Mizto
went in
to Brises and Banes
through the crown right now
it’d just be on some random rioter’s head
or more likely
in some rubble somewhere
and I told myself
I didn’t care about some random rioter’s head
or the rubble
but this mouth tells many lies;
I made those people’s ancestors
out of trees
and those people
built my city
so,
selfish to say,
I was proud of them
and didn’t want
a demon
torturing them
for long
so I didn’t stay
many days
in the realm of snow and ice;
plus, I got bored of staying, since
the winter realm had little to look at,
just clear sky
or, if I preferred,
ice,
or, more ice.
I slept in a snow hill
and I ate snow and frozen fowl
and walked in snow
and I only came here a second time
because I wanted to know
why this realm
was even in the books
when there’s nothing here–
but maybe that’s why,
there’s nothing here
you can exile people here
(at least, the ones who don’t know how to make
summoning circles to come back),
so what was I doing
in self-imposed exile?
Well,
Witch Kook,
let’s see:
maybe
because you
said
you’d never let
the power get to your head.
But that wasn’t the issue,
it wasn’t my head,
it was my poor
guilt-ridden
heart
that finally got sick
of being ashamed
so it told lies
about how I deserved to rule
and I listened
but now
I felt bad
somewhere in my gut
like I should’ve been better
than Rails
and the others
and never listened to myself
so here I was
on a diet
of ice
to fix up
the indigestion.
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Jordyn Saelor 