She’s
a witchdoctor
Heaven
sent from the bowels of hell
And
I’m questioning everything
Because
oftentimes the grip you have
Is
not the grip you keep a hold of
And
I was swimming in the deep end
Before
remembering I don’t know
How
to swim and nearly drowned
Before
I was saved by a mermaid
Whose
tiny breasts kept me afloat
And
mediocrity fucked me in the ass
Without
my consent or compliance
It
just came out of nowhere and I’m
Feeling
ashamed and dirty and unsure
How
I feel showing my face in public
She’s
a spin-doctor
The
kind of general practitioner who keeps
You
coming back for more as she heals you
With
her voodoo and keeps you unhinged
With
her untiring unwillingness to please
And
I was climbing the highest mountain
Before
remembering I was scared of heights
When
I looked down everything became blurred
And
I felt myself slipping before a raven scooped
Me
up in their black wings and flew me away
And
mediocrity will never get the best of me
Because
my ego comes with its own pump
And
when I look inward I’m sure to keep my
Eyes
closed because things that go bump in the
Night
still scare the crap out of me
She’s
a sorcerer, a lion tamer, a Glitter-Witch
Sure
to blow your mind with her poisoned apple
Poems
and menstrual blood murals and I’m sure to
Return
from the silver lined clouds once I figure out
Why
I’m questioning myself so insidiously
Charles Cicirella
5/1/16
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