i. she grew up at the local witchcraft shop.
everyday after school she would return to that dim house
with shelves full of old books hiding powerful spells
herbs and crystals hanging all around the walls
her aunts mixing elixirs someone has ordered
ii. people never understood them.
don’t pay attention, ignore the looks and whispers
is what her mom used to say
if she knew what powers are hidden inside her little girl
iii. death’s been always part of her life.
whispering to her
guiding her and teaching her to understand
the dead ones don’t necessarily stay on the other side
not under her touch
iv. her 18th birthday was yesterday.
now she walks the streets of your city
when the night is at its darkest
the black dogs howl
never leaving her side
v. she works for her family business.
digging up the bodies buried 10 feet under the ground
lighting the sparks inside their rotting hearts
so her clients can take care of the unfinished business they have with the dead
- the girl who played with necromancy // s.h