No Fear,
Little Witches.
Woven greenwood totems at night,
Are fiction.
One never needs to play at war.
Take Curses,
Instance:
Speciality of mine.
They’re thick, pitch black tar.
Sticks, sets, & bubbles.
But who says Curses can’t be boons?
Clearly I chained mine,
Mostly.
I’ll Curse Us Yet With Love.
I’ll Curse Us Yet With Love.
