Since childhood
   she has learned
  that wishes, spoken aloud,
   can be twisted
  brought to life in horribly unexpected ways
   A child snatched by goblins,
    hearts ripped out
      or skin torn off,
  people twisted into
   caricatures of themselves
    by helpless, obsessive love wishes
   So she locks her wishes down
     keeps them behind her lips,
      inside her skull,
   someplace safe
     and warm
    and so private
  no one will ever, ever hear
    and twist
what she wants
   into some fucked up version
   of reality.

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