THE BONE WITCH

By Cait Price

they take me to see the bone witch

stick out your tongue, she commands. I dream of

black tar flooding my mouth. wet-mouthed witch

on my neck, blood


on my teeth. you will be ill, she says

seeing things like that.

she is a small thing. her elbows jangle

I feel l could pinch her out

like a match


why do you stay here, she asks- my face

shuts like a desk. Maybe she can learn

to love me, I say


The bone witch laughs out-loud at that. oh yes?

and what would that teach you- that your worth

is a lesson? I hate her


for saying it. my dreams come back to me in waves

repeating suck

and surf, foam

on my ankles. You will heal, she says

flatly


water laps at her feet. She walks forward

and disappears. The tusks

on her forehead


winking out of the light.


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