There’s disaster in everything I’m
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your hand twisted like a vine under
mine, blue and blistered, buried
memories of love, but I *******
let go

left the vine hanging loosely, limply
lifelessly, just one catastrophic touch
from the hand of a Godless

witch, the craft of destroying,
perfected and projected
onto you

and one touch of
disaster