Mel Goodall

“Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.”
― Nikita Gill

“The thing I admire most
about you
is no matter how hard,
or how much the world
has tried to
beat you,
break you,
destroy you,
and throw you to the wolves
you are still here,
turning all your pain
all your suffering
into armor,
into determination,
into weapons
and earning the respect
of that same pack of wolves
that were meant to rip you
limb from limb.”
― Nikita Gill, Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire and Beauty

“We are the blood
of the witches
you thought were dead.

We carry witchcraft in our bones
whilst magic still sings
inside out heads.

When the witch hunters
imprisoned out ancestors
when they tried to burn the magic away.

Someone should have
warned them
that magic cannot be tamed.

Because you cannot burn away
what has always
been aflame.”
― Nikita Gill

“she was the kind of girl
who was a chaos of contradictions
from one second to the next,
for her mind was never free.”
― Nikita Gill, Your Soul is a River