the slytherin common room is a gloomy chamber bathed in seaweed green lights

cast by the granite fireplace.

pine tables carved with ancient runes

are scattered with blood stained,

time bitten books and skulls, crystals placed

inside their empty eye sockets.

candles flicker as the giant squid swims past the silver-framed glass

a mass of deep blue, a storm of hyacinths.

the jade eyes of the marble snake heads that guard our rooms have a war calling shine growing inside them.

i thought gasoline started pouring down their scales.

i thought they reveled in my bitterness.

i thought the craniums will start spitting diamonds in my palms, mocking me for my past desires.

i was only sleep deprived.

my cheeks were stained with fragments of cheap, rose coloured glass, smudged with coral eyeshadow.

everyone founded out that i kissed lucius malfoy.

you were the one that saw it with your own eyes,

out of all people you had to be there

when i've set my wings on fire,

when i've fallen from grace.