I sulk around in my Kaftan
Chain smoking catastrophic visions
One after the other the ash tray fills
Catastrophe in one hand; ash hanging from the tip
Ice cube tinkling glass in the other; disasters filled to the brim
I only partake after 5
Through clenched lips and grinding teeth
The crackling visions ignite with each inhale
The deep thud of each paced step
Drowns out the faint calls through the darkness
Way down the dark wooded path
Tree branch silhouettes tunnel overhead
They Call, I call
Witches, witches, witches
Where are my fellow witches?
Speak
Demand
Hoping they'll answer
I ask into the darkness
Does burning wool hurt less than melting polyester?
I want to know what to wear
The mad cycle was cast long ago
Steadily sinking
Down, Down, Down
Down dark alleys and darker facades
Of cinched waisted oppression
Coifed and vapid souls
Silently crying with a perfect smile
I hear a call from out in the darkness
Way down that dark wooded path
At first a murmur, steadily growing into a roar
We will not go gently into that night
We will not go at all
Fear the pigtailed dragon
You cannot, nor will not, slay us
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