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
you transvoluted convulsions are