I Think Its Good To Switch Out Your Toothpaste Every Now And Again To Keep Your Plaque On Its Toes

I think its good to switch out your toothpaste every now and again to keep your plaque on its toes

I wish you were home sooner 500 miles isn’t close enough I wish you could sweep me away We could go somewhere Any excuse to get out of this house That for some reason feels more like A rat trap I wish we could go to the park The mountain, the river To be together out in the world Out in the cold wind Anywhere, rather than here

The spell I took the passage “None May Harm Me Within the Guardianship of Fire” is from  1001 Spells: The Complete Book of Spells for Every Purpose by Cassandra Eason

A Collection of Three Little Lines, Third After the Others

...all I can think is that I starve for I deserve it  ...go on cowboy Afraid of the world That doesn’t need you I do not want to Push this restless body Like a corpse off a boat I want to rot To drown in comfort To die in a sea of stuffing Like a dog in  Cardiac arrest Ahead of myself I taste the sweetness of sleep in my mouth As my lover tells me of Taft’s tombstone

A Collection of Four Little Lines

The Soul Angelic, Sold to God Decree all good must be contained I know nothing

This morning I had a dream- It was not beautiful,  Not necessarily poetic,  But for the sake of prettier things, I will speak it anyway I had dreamt about childish betrayal  Something rooted so deep  I woke sick and anxious I had dreamt of many “It’s just a game’s” “Why do you care’s” But it felt much more like He didn’t care at all About the effort of my work The pain rooted in self-value Or the sanctity of home It felt as though all those placements Meant nothing Territory marked was destroyed For the sake of a lesser, newer man The walls and tables were adorned with Bone charms and soft pelts Trinkets that filled the halls All supposed gifts for me, the Huntress As if doing my job for me Would soften the betrayal  I went to the woods Only to find it empty Every creature killed By an innkeeper That claimed to be family That lied about brotherhood I thought to myself as I lay down to rest “Perhaps I’ll run off with that bandit” “From two towns over” “The one you hate so much” “At least he’s a warmer heartbreak.”