Jasmine May
Bio
Friendly neighbourhood hedgewitch living in a winter town. Rose-coloured lover to a gentle giant. Poetry, cat stories, personal essays on mental health, feminism, and cannabis, as well as a potential erratic variety of other media.
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Idol Hands
practice what you preach. your actions are the anchor tied to your ankle. there are no false idols in this old world. there are no empty promises in this old world. the gods have abandoned us and the planets are misaligned and the strings of fate are terribly tangled. this is what you think the end looks like. this is what you think the end feels like. we do not teach without first doing and we do not warn without first knowing. lord forgive me for i have sinned and sinned and am going to keep sinning. bring your blemished, broken, blackening, beautiful hands together in prayer and gold yarn will bind your destiny. wash your feet in holy water, try to soak the devil out of your blisters. call out to your gods, spill your blood in sacrifice, ask,
By Jasmine May6 years ago in Poets
