The nail polish shimmered
and sent sparks flying toward my face.
It burned down into my skin
and made my heart scream.
I had to tear off this
costume - my enchanting hour was complete
and I was nude now,
covered in cool sweat and brown skin.
But the souvenirs of my witchcraft
were ever present,
the remnants of my time
as a Goddess.
But I was mortal and fragile tonight,
the nail polish had to go.
I did not crave the
immortality it promised.
I could not hold it in,
for that promise was vast
and dark like the ocean
and engulfed me
and submerged me into its depths
as I whispered my longings to the moon.
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