Tuesday Coven

January 31, 2018
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My sisters
Are pounding
Sticks against
A drum

floods sound
Into these
Empty corridors

Feburary- buds push
Up from cold-rot ground

We’re all
witches  now

The feverfew
In your blood
sweats out
The maddened brow.

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