Witchblade

effigyrummaging through aneffigy
antique hope chest, I found a magic wand, old and beaten up, hidden in the folds of my mothers yellowed wedding dress
I held my breath and waved it over my head, showers of light erupting like sun snow, sparks melting into my skin and making me glow like an April afternoon
and in two shakes, I became
the woman you always wanted
you suddenly found me more desirable than
any other woman
in the world
a goddess
and now you


DrugYou shun: my touch, my kiss, my Love. I seethe with hate. You crook your finger: I come.Drug


Development1 I touch your nose, tickle your toes, give you a rose.Development
2 I hold your hand, dance to the band, crown you with sand.
3 We eat in bars, kiss under stars, make out in cars.
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4 We've just begun, naming children, becoming one.
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5 Now we're broken, Words unspoken, no longer one.
6 You walk alone, future unknown. I'm on my own.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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you are my sweetest downfall
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