mother maiden crone
waxing waning full
salt and iron
writings in a grimoire
alas, I shall kiss
the witch queen

over wrought and overwhelmed
by this virus and pandemic

here i lay
my ribcage open to catch the rain

i only need 1 yes
from a 1000 noes

My fingers typed in your name before my brain had a chance to realize
I clicked on your profile, the picture the car you drove daily
And before I knew what I was doing I had already scrolled through
Unable to control myself, I read through your posts
Seeing your new girl
Seeing how happy you were
Seeing that you were living your Happily Ever After