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when witches pray

they say exquisite things.
they bless the light around your head
they dance in sync with goodness
they concentrate their efforts on removing what could be considered the hangnails of the soul
and everyone needs an animus cura from time to time

i met such a witch one day
on my way to the emerald church
she heard that I was headed to a four-walled sanctuary
and begged me to reconsider
what freedom can be sought behind a lock?
what worship can be offered in a box?
and then, as witches do
she ran her fingers through her hair;
pillars of pearl through a sea of obsidian
and began to dance around me

when witches pray

the day turns into night
the darkness into light
the evil of your goodness
separates like vinegar and oil; two entities whose densities may differ but long
for a strong shake into a mixture.

i met her choreography
with startled awe
she summoned guides from Gaia's core
and tore the veil of hesitance that draped between our temporal selves
what good can come from God's remorse?
what bad can manifest through force?
and then, as witches do
she ran her fingers through my hair;
alabaster tips within a strawberry champagne
and began to dance again

when witches pray

the fray of life is softened
the energy that hovers above your brow settles
the metal taste of blood and bile thins behind your teeth
beneath the folding epiglottis where your voice is born and
suddenly you find yourself at peace

i met her every evening
on a mount beside my path
she bathed herself in lavender and sage
and washed me with her words of timeless charm
what harm can come from blessing selectively!
what danger it is to follow a wounded sheep!
and then, as witches do
she ran her fingers through her hair;
ivory keys through curled piano string
and welcomed me in to her dance


when witches pray
they say those things that hatred cannot see
their mounted sermons reach the world
as simply, 'blessed be'