I am unbridled hatred
I am scornful loathing
I am feared sarcasm.
I have no love
I am scathing
I have no pity.
I have no heart
I pass swiftly by
I am frigid.
I am the destruction
Of faraway lands
I am the army.
I am the apple
That poisoned the girl.
I am the knife
In the robber's hand.
I am the witch
That held her in a tower.
I am the disease
That she unleashed from her box.
I am the needle
Pricking her finger.
I am magic
Destroying her life.
I am the dragon
That stole her
Forced him to rescue.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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