The Breakup of the Witch

The Breakup of the Witch

A Poem by Persephone Blum

I bet you think I've got a spell for you
Since you know who I am
And you know what I do

Black candles and peppercorns.
Seven spices and a baby with horns.
Eye of a drug dealer, sole of a shoe
Maybe some chili so it burns when you screw.
Mirrors to give back or flames to attack
But I've got no magick planned for you.

You're not worth the vinegar,
you're not worth the ink
Not worth the possible burns in the sink.
You're not worth the goats blood
Or virgins in heat
I wouldn't even waste a crap cut of meat.

Instead I'll put down my lighter and put down my twine,
And call your boss's asset protection line.
You've been embezzling for over two years
I only figured it out after you brought me to tears.
You were so busy laughing at my "silly voodoo"
that you must've forgot I'm a Scorpio, too.

© 2023 Persephone Blum

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Added on February 5, 2023
Last Updated on February 5, 2023
Tags: Magic, witchcraft, humor, spells, astrology, scorpio, poem, revenge, petty, breakups, relationships


Persephone Blum
Persephone Blum


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