Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Wicked Wicked

A witch gave me a crazy pill. That's why I'm insane.
I'm insane because a witch gave me a crazy pill.
Pure as snow, she said. Red as blood, she said. Black as magic, she said.
Around and around her spell went. Over and under her spell went.
That's why I'm insane.
My eyes opened wide. My mouth closed shut. My heart bleeding out.
Running, running, going.
Passing the dead, passing the living.
That space in the middle.
That's why I'm insane.
A witch gave me more. she said so.

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