I was carrying the hurt
of another judy gone
two years together
she’d got up & run
while I dragged pain around
the spell
called for intimate personal of hers
an item of importance to me
say the words cast the spell
throw them into deep water
I found her underwear
the kind she left everywhere
my ivory handle dagger
tied them together black silk
made the incantation
threw them into the sea
& within a week
I felt better could handle the days
the nights took a little longer
& now if you were to ask
you miss that judy son?
I can hand on heart say no
I do miss that dagger though
🖤
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