Journal
Cx72 Poetry: Attorious Renée Augustin
March 15, 2022
Necronomicon
I ain’t talkin’
Bout the glitter shit
Nah
I'm talkin’ bout
That good dark
Where we both
On bended knee
Thoughts turn
Pages crinkle
Spell books open
Up conjurin'
The unmentionables
How much
Worth shellin' out
& You know
Magic ain't cheap
Hands of a warlock
Tight around the neck
Of that wooden spoon
We should protect
& tools always boil up
My cauldron made it this far
We both eager
Know how our spell weathered
He reaches to the bottom
Fingers scrape along
& Feed me first
For I need more energy
We knock over
Tempered glass
Clouds arise
Vials mix
No matter
Virgins’ blood
Always wicked sweet
Always worth the sweat
Arched enough intolerance
That virtuous grim
That witches brew
Sip lean
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