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These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.

Nikita Gill

And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
NIKITA GILL

Forget Ghost Hope Kiss Remember Yourself
If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?
NIKITA GILL

Divine Each Other God Love Mortal Objection
A war is still a war even if it is inside your head, did you know this?
NIKITA GILL

Known Mental War Yourself
I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.
NIKITA GILL

Born Daughter Fire Hope Myself Ourselves Shame Soul Stars
My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?
NIKITA GILL

Appreciation Beginning Bone Girl Love Man Possible Praise Realize Relationship Value Woman Yourself
Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.
NIKITA GILL

Daughter Fear Teaching World
Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.
NIKITA GILL

Fear Hairs Hurt Learning Wild Yourself
There is an art in the emptiness of all natural things.
NIKITA GILL

Art Empty Natural
How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
NIKITA GILL

Alone Loneliness Speak Voice Yourself
That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me, I want to heal that.
NIKITA GILL

Healing Heart Broken Hide Love Myself Sadness Talk Yourself
Womanhood is rich with unlearning. How to unlearn the way you hate your body.
NIKITA GILL

Hate Learning Self Love Way Woman Yourself
People aren’t born sad; we make them that way.
NIKITA GILL

Born People Sadness
I lost a God once.
NIKITA GILL

God Lost Myself
There is a spell for almost anything and if there’s not a spell, there is at least a poem.
NIKITA GILL

Literature Poem Spell
I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
NIKITA GILL

Carry Myself Realize Regret
Every time a man takes from a woman’s body without her permission, he is disrespecting the womb from which he was born, he is defiling the place that protected him when he was at his most defenseless.
NIKITA GILL

Born Defense Himself Man Place Time Woman

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