early departure

Cold air pressed against hard laughter…
They could still see some candlelight from the cottage window.
A bit of sweat on the brow, she turns and takes one more sip
of her witches brew.
Pass it along.
Fall to the concrete.
Is the earth softer or her head harder?
Filled with cider and spiced rum…no one is aware of the impending doom.

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There are the things they told you to explore
Caverns
Open fields
And Forests
Then there are the things they told you to have an exchange with.
The things they meant for you to explore
Skin cell laced carpets and tiled bathroom floors exempt of cleanliness via nail clippings.
Little white half moons waxing and waning
Creating a design only to be completed by cigarette ash stardust
Take the fingers and examine the hair-logged depths of the bathtub drain.
A collection of voodoo spell fodder to last a lifetime
If you believed in such magic you could be a rich woman spelunking in Hawaii.

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I think that people who go to church in tents are funny.
They dance like the chicken they decapitated for dinner the night before.
They spread the word of the Lord like jam on a homemade biscuit.
Slam the tambourine and sing.
They put on their best dungarees and hand me down floral dresses.
He wants to hear their stories. He wants to hear their troubles.
He will make them happy. He will make them feel better about the day and the night.
He will fry their chicken.
He will jar their preserves.