Writing Prompts

You bound my hands behind my back, you took away my freedom and told me what I lacked. You didn't know what you had coming, if I were you I would have started running. My powers were greater than you could see. Don't worry darling you will remember me. I stole your heart from the very start, lit a match to it and called it art. You thought you could conquer all that I am, make me silent and call me your little lamb. I'm not a lamb in this story you see, you are the only one who wasn't free. You thought you could burn me up in flames, tear me down and destroy my name. You forgot one part of this story that cannot be undone, the witch doesn't burn, no not in this one. -M.D.L