Witches soul

Thu, 09/19/2019 - 21:47 -- Kristyn

Eyelids teeth and fingernails clipping
Something said
Rub the egg against your belly
Bits and pieces stuck in my head
Coming back all in time
I remember being 5 when it all started
The voices came first
Then seeing things
After that came the meds
After 30 day dead
No more effect
But who want to hear what's being said
All they want is the money
Feed anything to get a come back
Money makes the world go
Coming and going
Burn the sage
Time for seance and candles
Witches hour
Dead petals of aroma
Spells to dance
Fire place
Back to grave dances
Speaking to the dead
Visiting hours overtime
Speaking with the dead homies
Find the right tune
Doing reading over to kill the time
Torot cards
Tring to understand why
Getting the best
Offerings of nature
Being remind of my powers inside
Making birds nervous with my energy
Testing limits
Feathers to know I'm alright intune
Nature loves me
Roots to trees to trees to branches
Burning ashes
Bay leaves spells
Just in a simple town
Witches need brooms
Got a house to clean soon
Bruja elevating

This poem is about: 
Me

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