Crushed under their apathy that I have taken on as my own, I feel the dead weight of this city's shining flesh, it's clean corporate streets that we bike through on summer nights minds saturated in cheap bear and Carlo Rossi and sexual to do lists. 

Too stupid to see, we can only be dazzled.

 Oh I want you like pretty bone I find on the forest floor, in the underbrush. Like some charmed bag of dust I lose and find again and again, like a mad talisman, an evil charm.

 I want you like a handful of the reddest poppy petals, the most dialated pupils blooming out of your skull.

I would take your enfatuation, your obsession. The image of me tucked away under your mattress, the girl that could shapeshift,the little witch girl that would pack the holes in your heart full of red red clay, crust you over in blood. You wanted to find me there by the bonfire,in August, covered in ash and yellow grass. but what you were looking at were the tongues of flame. You never even saw me save for shadows.

And now that you are back from the shadow land you say you do not want to step too close, now that you see the fire.

I see you at punk shows now, dancing, laughing, charming. no trace of that other you.

Get the fuck away, your words are spells, your words cloud me. 

I have no spells to bind or banish.

I want to go into the forest, in search of darker magic. in search of another world.

I want to remove the curse that hang over this city, untie my hands.