Disclaimer: I don't own charmed or any of its characters.
Author's note: We're still on season one. This poem is about Phoebe Halliwell. It is about the night she arrives home from New York, in 'Something Wicca this way comes.' (once again, the bold words mean a new stanza.)
(Phoebe.)
The bitch is back.
SLAM!
The front door
Harshly meets its frame.
The glass
Miraculously surviving
The arrival.
The bitch is back.
A brief 'Hello'.
No apology.
Explanation.
Regret.
She did nothing wrong.
She stands by that.
The bitch is back.
Spat out
Of New York's
Unsympathetic streets.
Pushed
Back into the arms
Of an unforgiving family.
The bitch is back.
She remains unwelcome.
Unwanted.
By the one she 'betrayed'.
Jet-black hair
Brushed out of startled blue eyes.
They realize the enemy.
The bitch is back…
And she's here to stay.
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