Oh, witchy woman,
does old love
still
speak spells
of sorrow
into your being?

Does that
little rat familiar
still twitch
and occasionally
pull tiny droplets
of blood from
your veins?

Has time dulled
your self-hurting
ways,
or do you still
enjoy the thrill
of a little
***** pain?

It has been years,
and I know I am
much different
so, I wonder
have you also changed?