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I fell in love with a superstition. She kept crystals at her bedside to ward off wraiths and bailiffs, selling friendship bracelets to strangers on the internet whilst keeping family in her prayers. She would wander the fields of **** and sunflower seeds, howling at the moon without another soul to converse with; obsessive-compulsive murmurs of a Hail Mary and incantations. Potions of ayahuasca and sugar brewed on the hob in the kitchen, fridge magnets full of idioms and passages from the Book of Psalms. By the fire sat a pristine tin cauldron with the price-tag still left on it. Broomsticks were mounted on the wall like lazy guitars or executed deer. No photographs, only proud trinkets and yoga mats; a crucifix hung over every doorway, whilst she had learned to cross her legs from all men and pain. She laid me down on the bed with a hungry sleight of hand to show me her favourite trick; I saw the marks on her arms before she came alive in the dark, and by the daylight - she had gone.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
In Love With The Witch
I fell in love with a superstition. She kept crystals at her bedside to ward off wraiths and bailiffs, selling friendship bracelets to strangers on the internet whilst keeping family in her prayers. She would wander the fields of **** and sunflower seeds, howling at the moon without another soul to converse with; obsessive-compulsive murmurs of a Hail Mary and incantations. Potions of ayahuasca and sugar brewed on the hob in the kitchen, fridge magnets full of idioms and passages from the Book of Psalms. By the fire sat a pristine tin cauldron with the price-tag still left on it. Broomsticks were mounted on the wall like lazy guitars or executed deer. No photographs, only proud trinkets and yoga mats; a crucifix hung over every doorway, whilst she had learned to cross her legs from all men and pain. She laid me down on the bed with a hungry sleight of hand to show me her favourite trick; I saw the marks on her arms before she came alive in the dark, and by the daylight - she had gone.
Edward-Coles
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26/M/English
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
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