A WITCHING OF SISTERS
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By Katrina Lemaire
our blood is long distance
a prodigal paradigm shift
lipstick mirror kisses &
telling horror stories
in our basements
using fridge magnets as planchettes
letters papered on backwards
scribbling out ghost names—
my sister screamed
I screamed
mouths peeled open
teeth feathering out
final girls left at the altar
one of us is crying in rosewater
one of us is smiling in slaughter
so we salt eachother
in a circle of raven bones
our names no longer a body
forgetting–
we we’re witches that wore each other's skin.