Scalding (unfinished)

The potion sizzled as the pot quickly emptied
As I received her intentions
Because just one thing did she want from me
A simple kiss and she would set me free.

She waddled as she stirred her brew
And for every ingredient the flame fiercely grew.
“Ear of Armenian and a schoolgirl’s shoes
Into this wand do I infuse.”

She laughs a stinking cackle vicious
A sound that only bubbles from brews of witches
In my mouth the fetid smell swirls and swishes
As she sews my lips with just 4 stitches

My whipping tongue and voice was muffled thunder
In a sunken well where lived her humble hunger
By wishing she had suddenly stumbled
Into a kiss of blood with dry scabbed lips of umber.

My crispy layers, with every foot-step she pulls
Peeling slowly from my sizzling onion soul
She left me, burning like a lump of charcoal
A crackling ember, I slowly remember the cold.
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hmmm, this is a halloween themed poem i did today. not done yet, but i'm not sure why, maybe i am.

Sinking SUnset

Number Nine in Time