honey,
we do not
burn down
with the fire —
we become it.

Moonlight
Gardening
Playing punk music
In our
Tiny backyard
Kale brushing
Pale bare calves
Soft earth
Between toes
Cucumbers plucked
From delicate stems
Eating the fruits
Of long hours
In the dry sun
On a dew damp
Trampoline
On a cool full moon

Sometimes,
My brain doesn’t understand how to get from
Point A to Point B
Without hitting Z, F, G, P
A symbiotic drum
Beating to our heartbeats

Sometimes,
My mind doesn’t know
How to count from one to ten
Without bringing twelve and ninety
To bubble up in between
It is a potion gone wrong in all honesty

I don’t go from being friends to acquaintances
Its all or nothing
Love and hate
Lust and disgust
There is no middle ground

Sometimes,
Thats the problem.

death by burning knows no era
and my demons have long
set me on fire.

i feel like a witch burning at the stake —
burning and screaming for too long now,
but give it time and maybe
even my nerves can learn to be numb,
even the lick of flames can grow cold;

and maybe even the ashes can feel like home.

I dream of witches
And when I would find them
They'd always cast a spell.

But never would I fear
I should not be here
Demons belong in hell....

Her screaming says it all
someone must fall
blood moon please save us all
As vision turned to black
there was discord and bells
heavy lust as we all fell....

but never fear
we should not be here
demons belong in hell...

burning, burning,
sacred wood;
cleanse the air that lives around me.
with quartz, and sapphires and emeralds I pray,
please o' please,
keep me safe, keep me grounded.

Witch? *****, who are you?
Locked on an island, alone.
Roasting pork, witch. *****.