Carry My Ghosts,
As Any Proper Witch Should.
Tending Flocks,
As They Watch Over Our Shoulder.
With All Fae,
Our Brutal Truths Damn Us.
Some Lords Play At Entendres,
I Prefer Holistic Honesty.
Try To Keep Myself Honest,
Knowing If I Don’t,
Flock Will.
Cold Fingers Trailing Against Neck,
Down Spine.
