My hex is made out of water
I will corrode you
so very gently
Freakish terror and lust
pour into your lungs
unnoticed
I am as large as all history
and freely present fear and love
interchanged, both in color
There is no such thing as control
I am of water
born in a long howl, and
I corrode you!
Throwing leaves in air
staining summer’s end
I addict you
to the sound of my voice,
gentle spells to steal sleep
kept in glass bottles
Are your lungs empty yet
As you lay dark
basking in the fears
I’ve convinced you are real
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