Heart breaks

Heart aches

Bad blood

like mud

Blood boils

Snake coils

A desert under the bridge

I stand on the ridge

In the sun the face grows hotter

Like the day they called me daughter

Now bad blood floods the bridge

As I stand watching from the ridge

Bubbling and boiling in a witch’s pot

So the bad blood does not cool and clot

Round and round the snake coils tighter

This is the birth of the unforgiven fighter