ooh
i am here during the dance of wolves,
pitch black,
some hooded room of knives.
talk of betrayal,
and me blindfolded
without warning.
follow the coven
out of the woods.
they will flank you
from each side.
do not look back.
(this is where I ran)
I thought to myself.
5.
I’m always two places at once
I sort of whisper to myself and
trust the witch.
4.
wrap yourself in coven.
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release all hexes
they said,
release all hexes but will I
be protected?
yes, you will be protected
and loved,
beloved.
follow the story through.
2.
i go to the vibrating home of the Devil
and scream.
I’ve been waking up at three am and pondering
for an hour.
I start to notice my gestures change.
I begin using the collective we freely
and i’m soft like butter.
ok ive thought about it,
ill finish the spell.
we are bound until
i finish the spell
should have started with
well, you’re probably just thinking about me too much
taciturn but for some
icy speech and bleak;
caustic prose in
squalling breezes that freeze
and stick to your cheeks,
harden bite your tongue
in frostbit chomps so it takes a while before we
cut those
meek coughs off
just as they start.
before they form into spit,
white noise, handwritten
cards,
I sprout into a raging sun
you need a break
I went from being a frozen tundra:
algid, wide and growing fields of
ground to cover with
no visible tracks to follow
unless the wind was kind and left
the prints
which it wasn’t often.
she said to me
(and remember no one asked i tell stories like this)
it is such a wonderful thing to be surrounded by ghosts.
ghosts give you power.
do not be afraid of the ghosts.
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