and have me for the taking
you wouldn’t believe
how my bones have been breaking;
I’m drawn to the cusp
and my fingers are bleeding
and who would have thought
that it’s you I’d be needing.
I’ve fought off the demons
they’ll leave us tonight
but we don’t have much time
and I need you for life.
If we get the spell wrong
I’ll be shattered forever
and I don’t see a way
things could get any better.
I know that you’re scared
and you think I’m a stranger;
if you don’t trust my magic
just feed off the danger—
Oh, don’t mind my friend,
he’s been sat there for months;
just the bones of a man
that I failed to love once.
Chloe Hanks is an emerging poet from Worcestershire. Her writing explores fantasy, folklore and legacy which collates her recent publication May We All Be Artefacts published with V Press. Her current projects focus on witchcraft and female empowerment through history.
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