(8/30) Pages

The prompt for day eight over at NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. The poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally



I once poured words
into pages like
blood on an altar;

recited incantations
until my throat became
a talisman.

I watched poetry transform
into my defense against the dark arts;

fingertips are now shamans.

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