Up Late, Self-magistrate

Up late,
alarm clock still ringing after twenty5 minutes,
fall down the stairs,
kill my hip like an old woman(like my grandma),
Begging a male Sleeping Beauty
to drive me.
(But he was kind)
And here it commenced;
a day of absolutely no reprieve.
Though, you know? It was not my mistake.
And I see myself as a fool.
My own unjustifiable self-magistrate.

If my Grandma

If my grandma switched from cleaning juices to mandrake juice, dragon blood, and vaporized toad dust, she would be a witch.