POETRY ON MEDIUM
What Have I Become
A Cackle Haunts My Dreams

I am not one that celebrates Halloween per se, but there is a lot of varied witch lore throughout the world, and it is brought up for discussion this time of year, so that is what this made me think of.
What is this taste the floating bliss sweet like treacle yet balmy as a summer lovers’ exhaled breath
I eagerly allow you to kiss the fateful poison of revelry from my traitorous lips unafraid, I press on devouring passion transforming in the momentary meeting of eyes
Jagged slaps of Lightning flash, and peals of thunder cry
From crone to maiden youthful in my spirit once again as you fall away desiccated nothing but a pair of fearful, tearful eyes
I am forced to relinquish my grip on your cold, thin grasp admitting you are no longer up to my myriad of waiting tasks so I toss you into the ancient waiting pit letting out a short token piteous shake of my now restored radiant head as you sink into the anonymity of an unmarked mass grave
K.B. Silver
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