A Red Witch by Clay Hunt
My nose sucked in the putrid stench from your cauldron of rancid lies . My head bobbled to the left , forward , then to the right .
My blood thinned , and the dizzy spell you placed on me began .
I helplessly gave you my soul ; my celestial eyes watched as you cleaned my body out with an old-fashioned wooden broom .
That ’ s when my eyes slipped and saw the entrance to your wrists where stainless steel surfboards once slid through spraying oceans ,
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