Hoodoo-JuJu. Mojo on the Run

her taming trinkets
twist-up and
tie me in knots.

 
memories
of misspent lust
peppered with moments of tenderness
blur my vision,
tighten my breath, and
prune my wings.

 

 

But

rising again,

is a reckoning and,

a return to power.

 

Indeed,

a return,

to

me.

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