Concoction


The white witch stumbled across the foyer
In search of blood
Her virgin slashed his wrists so easily
A spell of manipulation to get her wants and needs
The black hole where her heart should've been
Sucking in all the light, all the sound, and every bit of matter
A dash of sin from the priest down the block
Splashes inside her cauldron
Buckets of sweat from the obese diabetic up the stairs
Curls of nut brown tendrils disheveled and frenzied
Cat eyes the color of the sea coated in a menacing stare
Another pint of an anxious child's heart
Skin torn off the back of a liar floating in the concoction
Plumes of black smoke filled her wicked abode
Her dark lord soon shall come

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