Friday, December 30, 2022

clown-witch

I miss you my
laughing
clown-witch.
Perched
between madness
and the edge of a cliff.
You always wanted to know
what would happen
if you messed with magick
and you found out.
Well,
I hope you gave Death
a good show.
Because
the rest of us
will never know.
-clw
C. Ward

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