the curse of
waking at the
witching hour
has returned
and i can’t quite
tell if it is a
symptom of the cycle
or residual effects
of ineffectual
affections from
a spellslinger
in the most
bewitching disguise

either way
i vibrate at the
exact speed of
loneliness in
doomecho serenades
tracing sigils
on goosepimpled flesh