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Nicoleta Nistor - The Little Witch

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TherapyCat:
  [In what appears to be a 'Sketch Book' Is a drawing of a woman holding an umbrella in the mists, the words of the attached poem swirling around in the mists around  her]


Yes, The Most Important Word


Yes, for he is harsh.
 Yes, but there is care.
 Yes, for in his  broken callous hands
he will forever hold my freedom.

Yes, that is what I'll will utter
never will my lips fail, nor will they stutter
Yes, I will, and yes you may
Yes will bring me love in my  coming days
Yes I will, and Yes you may
On my lips, these words shall stay

TherapyCat:
 
March  17, 18, and 19th  of 772


My fingers are growing thin.
It is not on purpose I reassure you,
just not sure what kind of mindset I'm in.

I dream about him nightly
I serve him daily
but it is never enough
never enough,
what I do is never enough
to earn his love.

I starve for I don't want it
I don't have the time to eat
My days are spent with worrying
my nights I hardly sleep
I wonder constantly if he'll deem me worthy,
worthy enough to keep
I dread for the day he won't need me
for then he'll set me free.
 What I do
is Never enough, Never enough
it is never enough..
to earn his love.






// Just a Disclaimer, none of these images are in anyway my own artwork

TherapyCat:
March Twenty Third, 772

I woke up in the  port this morning,
my skin  against  the floors of the temple
I'm not sure how I got here...


I am remember getting on a Caravan
Filled with hooded  faces,
saying they'd would take my on an adventure
to new and exciting places.
I was eager to roam, to feel my feet in the sands,
to let the words leave my mouth, to let my magic play against my hands

So there I went, without hesitation
On my destination, my deathly vacation.

The floor is cold, as it creeps across my skin
a constant reminder of the situation I'm in.
But I must pick myself off, and brush off my limbs
Make up an excuse when he asks where I've been

This  is the life of danger I must lead
I must grow with him, so he does not dare to leave.

TherapyCat:
[This entry is sloppily written,  in the last stanza , it is clear she put a lot of pressure down unto the page  the ink bleeding unto the next page along with her anger]
April 3rd, 772

She's younger
She's smaller
she's the mirror image of me, only better.
Her hands lack naivety
her vjara is advanced
Years more of practice than I .
I don't stand a chance.

His strength is growing more so
with each and passing day
I am being replaced, is she his new muse?


I hardly eat
Sleep is a distant friend.
Is this the end?
I am no longer his "Little witch?"
For she is littler, her vjara is more advanced.
My name is meant to be victorious but I am only second best.

Nicoleta, Nicoleta, helpless, useless, Barovian  Nicoleta.
I can't go back to being just another Nicoleta.

TherapyCat:
Apirl 10th, 772
It was always,
Straighten your back Nicoleta,
Fix your hair Nicoleta,
Smile , Nicoleta.
Watch your brothers Nicoleta.
Learn how to be a good wife and mother Nicoleta,
Pinch your cheeks, paint your lips Nicoleta
Cover your skin
Don't Speak, Nicoleta
Stop thinking so much, Nicoleta.
Be more friendly, Nicoleta.

It was never,
Be you Nicoleta,
Be Free, Nicoleta,
Be strong Nicoleta,
Be Independent, Nicoleta,
Be who you are Nicoleta,
Wear what you wish Nicoleta,
Be confident in your own skin Nicoleta

Oh.. Dearest Mother.
If only you could see your darling Nicoleta now.
 
Cry yourself to Sleep, Nicoleta,
Barely eat Nicoleta,
Drink till you don't know who you are, Nicoleta
Show your skin Nicoleta,
Fake a smile, Nicoleta
Risk your life, Nicoleta
Become an object, Nicoleta
Fall in love Nicoleta,
Keep Falling Nicoleta
Always falling, Nicoleta.
Always Jealous, Nicoleta

Where are you, Nicoleta?

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