Cancer
Zodiac Spell Oil

The Witch's Cupboard

She likes sea salt in her water,
it makes her feel a little bit stronger.
Known to wipe her tears with red roses,
she's a picture out of the darkest of poems.
She collects souls like glitter shavings,
leaver her mark like an engraving.
She'll write her secrets on darkened flowers,
her pen could bleed on them for hours.
Juicy kisses are all she must leave you with,
you'll wonder if her exsistence was just a myth.

She leaves love notes written on mirrors,
her broken roses will leave you in shivers.
Words hidden in managed mischief,
her ink drips in secrets so twisted.

1/2 ounce