BEWITCH
hearts dip
into death
just
for a taste,
a reprieve
from breath,
yet now
they are lost.
skulls flicker
with obsession
flirt hard
with silence,
to end
its ache.
all our burning
questions
never had
the answer;
were only
distractions
from the fact,
that time is
running
out.
a winding
staircase
whose end
cannot be seen,
lures
us
toward
the unknown.
attempting
to fill
an unexplainable
void
Dumpster Fire Press 
Magnificado đź’• love the way you guide us to divine alchemy
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