Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Witch of Words

When La Bruja de Las Palabras
banishes you from the Manor,
do not believe she has finished.
Razor blades pirouette from
her lips around your retreating form
exacting the blood sacrifice,
which excites her flying monkey minions
till they chatter and dance
on her window ledge.

The huntsman delivers a pig’s heart 
to La Reina de la Locura,
who has already forgotten
which victim this is supposed to be,
so she buries it in the garden
to see who will germinate.
The dwarves are fascinated
when a curly tail emerges. 
But Herself? Only more confused.

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