11 Ounces

You danced with the witch
Now she wants her pound
Your flesh she'll have
To her price now bound

In the dark she came
There she offered light
Through her teeth spill lies
When she takes your plight

In her cup of wine
She drops you truth
Now you see her plot
And you have no proof

As she rips her fee
From inside your chest
As she steals your heart
And your final breath
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
Author's Note
Gift horses' mouths sometimes have halitosis
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