Sep 13, 2018
BELLADONNA
i’m speaking these words into life like lightning. quicksilver tongue; I could have been feral for you. a hunting of wolves with no carrion left to feed on. you will miss me like something physical. the wound that refuses to heal. (the blood was staggering) gather ‘round, interrupt this meeting of witches. heart hotter than a campfire, heart a campfire to conjure ghosts and visions. the spirit doesn’t have to ask itself how to haunt: ruin is mutually exclusive with flesh. so we shed our skin for the full moon, invite every demon our mouths can name. broken porch light: banshee song: the murder of crows is growing. morning light. i am tired of being soft. wash the blood off my sleeves, my hands my teeth today i am ravenous.