Magic with Skin On

by Morgan Nikola-Wren

to the devil with learning to dance in the rain i laced tempests through my bones swallowed all the lightning that bit at my boldness, then called down my own personal chorus of thunder, so every storm that came my way knew straightaway i wasn't going quietly II .

perhaps you felt cheated because i turned out to be ten times the woman you bargained for i'm worth my salt and it tastes like stories you've never dreamed of

never tell yourself that because love can conquer all it has earned the right to reduce china plates into confetti shards or shake a house into rubble do not excuse the smell of smoke, saying to yourself that some loves simply burn so bright, that every word cannot help but spit sparks darling, recognize an inferno when you see one then run like hell