Forgotten Coven Manifesto

I’m creating a pyre with your names

unraveling sensible jumpers into ash

selling it back to you as smokeable Tampax

Kiss up smoke      

          for siphoned joy!

Swallow it! Hierophants! Thieves!

Suck it! 4-year-old-Hungry-Hippos!

You can’t bounce in your court anymore

Even the name with entombed cell mutation

is at our mercy now

Sweet lepers, yes, we want to smell flowers

for a few more million seconds

I'm good to pray longer to the expulsions of our ill-

conceived cherub babies now that

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you transvoluted convulsions are

smudged by

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iris reticulata

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