Part of my training was to learn how to smile
as my mind secretly plotted your undoing,
to agree and nod and make nice and keep quiet then light a candle and poison the well.
I may not sew but I can visualize a voodoo doll.
Admittedly, I haven't done that for a spell. But inside, I've sunken more sailors than a manatee; and blinded more eyeballs than a welder's sparks; Of course I'm just mumbling nonsense, sotto voce as the saying goes. I self-implode like Narcissus: to myself, for myself, by myself, self-important, self-amused. My powers are limited, not super.
I'm neither a prophet nor a master strategist. Can I do harm? Everyone can. It's so easy.
I try to default to Love but some days it's hard.
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