wake up, witchself, wake up
released from your long slumber
rise up, witchself, rise up
embrace your waiting power
hail, sister!
a summoning spell
I’d do anything for you
I’d do anything for you
silence
vague, incomplete dreams
the memory of a blade, cold and painless
where are you?
where are you?
where are you?
wax thick and dark as blood
candle’s unwavering flame
and yet, defeat
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
Little girl, don’t sell your soul to the devil;
he tells only unbearable truths
and his words are raw as smoke.
Be sure, little girl, not to sell your soul to them both;
one in each ear, their words will intoxicate you
and you’ll never hear anything else.
give me bones of salt
that I may trap you in my arms
give me teeth of iron
that I may bind you with my words
give me a heart of stone
that I may seal you within me
so we can never
ever
be parted
wife slumbers in peace
between us the curled cat purrs
Saturday morning
I am no princess
but I spend each night in a strange land watching you dance
and wake each morning exhausted.
This is no fairy tale
but I would prick my finger on a thousand spinning needles
to lose myself in your curse.
We will have no happy ending
but at the very least we will be together
at the end.
I’d let you cut me open with that bright knife of yours
if it was as close to your touch as I could get
