The Good Witch
She followed me
I almost died
at the hands of a monster
dressed as a man
I was a child
she was ageless
If I dreamt this
let it be
someone somewhere
watched
waited
and something somehow
prevented
this malice
This
a secret
and perhaps one day
when I’m dead
a legend
She came back
to brush my hair
in the hospital
when I again was left
for dead
by the hands of a different monster
It’s been quiet
since those dystopian days
that part of me – that craved sick wildness
has long since died off
There’s nothing to protect
At night I dream into her
she cradles me still
Horror Sleaze Trash 