The glint of a pitchfork
Can be either
Productive or monstrous
Depending by which light
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Wrathful contortions
Devilish grins
The same pointed teeth
Concealed within
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And if I slipped away
Vanished before your eyes
Would you call ‘Witchcraft!’
And wish me to die?
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I just want to melt
Into a crevice
Away from the harsh
To find my core at the earth’s
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Hollow echoes
Are they the sound of my heart
I plead to ghosts
To distract me from my own
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In the firelight, I’m enveloped; loved
Like how I imagine his touch
And I’m getting way too close
For someone who knows how those embers scorch
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Stop, silly girl
Hike up your dress and run
You know his love is smoke
(Already gone.)
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Ashley Kirtman 