tell your friends about the time you were enchanted by a witch
how she lured you with words, a siren with no songs
how you fell into the soft deep moss of her eyes and
couldn’t escape (not that you wanted to)
show them the places she kissed and
the blackberries left behind to ripen in the sun
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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