lesbian witch poet
she/her
No, I’d rather ask the sphinx at the crossroads who demands I answer a riddle for pain of death first. She never lies.
No, I’d rather ask the sphinx at the crossroads who demands I answer a riddle for pain of death first. She never lies.
So when your hand reached out
I just pushed you further down
Well, do you see me now?
So when your hand reached out
I just pushed you further down
Well, do you see me now?