pills&witches

They make

me take the pills.

One at a time, one at a time.

The stakes

set up on the hills.

One at a time, one at a time.

My hand grows unsteady

The firewood is ready.

The bottle grows lighter,

the fire burns brighter.

 

Witches, witches, witches –

witches to ember.

Twitches, twitches, twitches –

twitches to remember.

 

They say I am sick, they fear my condition;

so they light the fire, issue a prescription

to calm

their

unease.

 

 

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