Unlucky Charms

they cut
you open

pressed
little metal
charms inside

between
delicate folds
of your vitals.

“i mean these,
these mean well.”

tried as
a witch,

who knew
once
persecuted

those charms

smelt
kindness
into regret.

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oiseauxwords

I am bird, these are my words.

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