Way back when a friend and I used to meet at Borders Bookshop, we’d find each other in the self-help and spiritual section where there was a book about witchcraft. It included a list of names that were ‘witch’ names and those that were borderline. From that day I have identified as a borderline witch whereas my friend was a 100% witch, at least her name was!
One of our neighbours is a very unreasonable man and today (unfortunately) I had reason to ask him whether some workmen could lean their ladder up from his driveway to the side of my house – I’d asked his wife earlier in the week and she said it’d be fine.
He started having a go at me about some work the water company had done on the pavement outside our property’s boundary… apparently I should have apologised for the disruption as his drive was blocked for four weeks.
i) while we had reported the leak, it was not from our water supply, so not our responsibility
ii) his drive was not blocked at any point (definition: to obstruct by placing obstacles in the way), maybe half a cone’s width but certainly not blocked
iii) this was more than a year ago, seriously move on a’hole and while you’re at it you can stick my apology…
My sharp blade carves your initial
Its slender shape names this effigy, as you
Your mortal body bound to this woven doll
My fingers tighten their hold, constricting your breath
All harm you’ve done is returning to you
As needles pierce and slowly break skin
Drawn lines of blood spring from cloth
What was mine is now yours
My suffering returned to you
The balance of power now lies in my hands
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