THE GOOD WITCH

Drink from my jug pristine…

Bathe in my cauldron of smiles…

Backstroke against the blissful muck…

No need to fight against my tide…

For I am “The Good Witch”


©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2015

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MANNEQUIN

A plethora of plastic…

Mounds of dried clay…

Shaped the pretenders…

That led you astray…

Wooden mouths…

Rubbery lips…

Kissed your forehead…

As your footing slipped…

Paper hats…

Flimsy covers…

Aided the disguise…

That murdered your lover…

Crowds have now formed…

To bask in your light…

A windex shined performance…

Til lights out tonight

©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2015

GREY MATTER

Phantom whispers…

Bellowing boos…

Clanging chains…

Lingering Oohs…

Savorless haunts…

Pillars of fright…

Empty silhouettes…

Cloakers of midnight…

Gooey balls of plasma…

Phantasmical bursts…

Once gentlemen of prestige…

Men who now know no thirst…

Essences adrift…

Sailors of perspiration…

Living as the goosebumps…

That unthawed your sensations

©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price ©2014

THE WARP ROOM

I rock in my room…

Spliced by shrieking howls…

Laddles of phlegm stew…

Too thick to decipher…

Souless empathies crumble…

christening my displacement…

Distilled powders… 

Block my true visions…

A cautionary tale…

Mistake’s true form…

Let me falter…

At the Alter of Shame

©Crystal Cunha ©Crystal Price

©2016