Tag: poetry

softimpossible:

the weather was so much colder today,

and i finally feel like I can shed my summer skin. i can say goodbye to the girl dripping with apathy, sweat on her brow and malice in her heart. i can say goodbye to the sticky lethargy that held me like amber. i can embrace the autumn witch within, i can say hello to the waiting spirits, full of open arms and haunted songs. the scarlet of burning, neon lights fades into deep crimson. the heat of a distant star becomes butterfly kisses of a sweet breeze. the leaves die, yes, but something blossoms inside of me. something velvet, chilly, haunting. something wicked.

So I made a sort of angry poem about the shit that went down in Charlottesville, and it’s kind of cringey but I’m kind of proud of it? I figure, what the hell, so I’m posting it. And anyway, I think it could very nicely be incorporated into a curse, it was in fact inspired by a sigil, but I don’t think they fit together.

“Your favorite game is killing us.

Your favorite toy is fire,

But now the hand that fed you

Is the one that feeds my ire.

The torches that you wielded 

Had your wrath in show of flames.

Now I control the power,

And I control the pain.

Trapped in all your hatred,

You may never learn,

But men who play with matches

Are the men who always burn.

So burn in all your evil.

Burn with all your kin.

And may the saluting hand

Never light a torch again.”