Never Fall in Love With a Witch


she spat in my bowl

and stirred with her thumb

as we sat there in silence

her breath heavy and numb


she said she was horny

then to bed we went

her wrinkles my lover

and sickness our covenant


i woke in our nudity

covered in red

whispering saints hallelujah

now that she was dead


and so was my story

of how i met my witch

she was haunting and a beauty

and truly one wretched wench


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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