~THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD~ :: Poetress7 :: Original Poetry

~THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD~

~THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAD~

A teary- eyed young woman,

looks into the mirror;

And tells the nine year old,

“You know, I wanted to kill her.”

The little girl stares back,

as the woman continues to speak;

“I hated the way she made us feel,

so worthless, dirty and cheap!

She abused the both of us,

for her own, selfish need’s;

Then discarded us as garbage,

one would find out on the street.

My heart would ache and bleed for you,

each time you were defiled;

That is why I took your’ place,

and became the tortured Child.

But now we have no more to fear,

she’ll ne’er harm us again;

For I went to her Funeral today,

the Wicked Witch is dead!”