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Modern Mythology: Witches

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair: hover through the fog and filthy air.”

Modern witches with the world on their tongue, and how it tastes of sugar. Their lips are red from chap stick and candy hearts, the cigarettes that hang from their fingers hold a ring of pink and red from them, and how undone one can become just by the color, how you’ll begin to wish that the sunset was the same color as their rosy skin. Under neon-lit back streets, secrets and spells are scratched into the backs of gum wrappers and along the lines of palms of hands with chewed purple sharpies or lipstick, whatever they can find, because the dark of their eyes can only whisper so much with the shadows. They do not care for the rest of the world, only those who share their blood, only those who know what lies in their bones, there is no time for those who don’t understand. They will curse the world with candy and nicotine, for these girls aren’t willing to fight for or against a world who would rather forget the reason for the black of their eyes. They tape together what is already ash with eyeliner and nail polish, for they rather not see their death-tinted skin.