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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Such a compelling portrait of need and self-recrimination over our inability to resist our urges even when we know they are destructive. This is a polished, succinct poem that carries the metaphor through consistently and effectively. Very well-done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


For I fear
I have offered up parts of myself
That can only be denied

I can really feel this part, I like the whole write, so full of emotions. Nicely written and well expressed

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Things She Noted

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much! :)

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