Poetess: the circle is done!
The real witch: circle again?!
I am going to explode.
Grandma: make a square.
Inner voice: make love not war.
Poetess: more then twenty years ago I wrote first stupid poem from a stupid gangster..da..
He gave me a gun, I shoot in the circle on a board and top of the bullet scratched my face, made a circle near my lips.
The real witch: very interesting,
I have to go.
Grandma: we should focus on the future,
Have to go too.
Poetess: and today I feel like finishing this stupid story.
Inner voice: congratulations!
Poetess: the circle is done!
Few lessons, few dreams..
Inner voice: will you think to send this story to publish?
My advice, don't mention names.
Poetess: I am feeling great
