I tag you by your fingernail clippings,
lock them into the folds of a small doll,
hidden from sight, and cast my spells.

Wicked witch? No, it’s a healing 
I am bringing about for you
by means of this magical connection.

Secretive? No again. You knew.
You willingly gave them to me, 
these cast off pieces of you, when I asked.

But it’s easy now to disbelieve
‘all that silly superstition’
when you’re walking around well.

Written for #decemberwitch 6 on Instagram


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