witch, please

banish yourself
to the darkest depths
of Hades; take your black
cat familiar with you. draw a
counterclockwise pentagram
to remove all traces
of your aura. crawl back
into the open grave
from whence
you stumbled.

if it’s all the same to Hecate,
worship her quietly
in the forest where
no one can hear you cry.
the crescent moon
will hide your sighs
and the darkest trees
shelter your selfish soul.

the world seems to be sick
of your supernatural shenanigans.
better be gone than forget
the rule of three.
how many times
must you be punished
before you learn?

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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