wicked witches craft words putrid toxic which waxes into worlds possible. tales turn truths as witches write wrongs unfixable cast to minds not unbreakable. existence bringers end foretellers vile mouths writhe wrath curses with which to wrap round unsuspectors. rage rings circles witches’ words curse noose to tight. hex fingers point wills towards wander. willful ignorant witches breed bitterness soul deep hopes to breed more covens to covet innocence to whip violence within.
ramblings
i’ve had a rough time of it lately. i’m not sure if i want to get into it right now but i haven’t been writing, barely been reading, i mostly just sort of exist in a ether of my own making. to be fair it probably isn’t of my own making but i’m practicing the habits that will keep me there and i want to try not to.
here’s the first piece of writing i’ve done in a bit. it’s a prose poem inspired kinda by what’s happening in my life right now. not directly but adjacently.
style wise, i think i’m really leaning into short, snippet prose poetry. it’s the closest to the way i think in my head. unending rambles that doesn’t seem right when i try to line break it. ofc editing and incorporating poetry mechanisms is a thing.
until next time – leigh ann
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