Sacrificing Sadness

Sacrificing Sadness

A Poem by The Things She Noted

Just tell the Voodoo Priestess

I’ll pay her in blood tomorrow


What runs through my veins tonight

Is far too stale to sacrifice


When she is not listening

With ears to my pelvic floor

No womb of heartbeat 


I circle myself in salt

The kind straight from the Sea

And I call upon my angels 

Each one by name 


To save me from myself 


I’m ruthless in my recklessness

The things that I want

The men that I need 


I need them now 


So I take spells from my binders

And blood from my hands

Lavender from my garden 

And, I call upon all spirits 

Evoke the darkness

Cast out the light 


For I have never been patient

And it’s too late to practice

Though now I regret the sacrifices I have promised 


For I fear 

I have offered up parts of myself

That can only be denied

© 2021 The Things She Noted


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Added on September 5, 2021
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