Tragic Magic I wait, camera ready Patient as stone For her to return The blue, of her name Coats three speckled Magic orbs The sky breaks aflutter She shapes a world To plump body I twitch; she disappears Clacks and cracks burst to life The clutch, altricial horrors She hunts and returns to nourish QuickContinue reading “Tragic Magic”
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