Thursday, 5 May 2016

the witch hunt alone
in all godly hours
she mutter spell under breath
jibber jabber to world
it is she who fell the rain
it is she who drown the land
it is she who travel the air
it is she shake the earth
it is she the wild hair
stay unchained in wind
it is she the laugh
reach ear at night
it is she burn in rising flame
it is she who never die
it is she in café-bar
it is she who get drink
it is she in library behind book
it is she who get the wink
it is she echo in hollow monument
it is she fly in bird wing
it is she who serve food
with little long witchy hand
it is she who give comfort
with jibber jabber spell
it is she whose breast you suckle
it is she whose vagina you lend
it is she whose milk you drink
it is she whose blood you born.




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