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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