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Fortune’s Girl

seven gypsies and a cask of wine,
one fertile virgin and the swine,
making zombies out of mud,
directing an army of clay marionettes,
to fight the devil’s war.
patriotic pagan dancers
slitting open their navel bridge,
spilling blood on christian babies,
spoiling crops
attracting crows.
winding down to maelstrom magma,
bubbling,
boiling,
brewing.
three old hags and Charon
barter for the ferry token score,
gambling with threads of fate,
waiting to cut free let loose lives,
knocking against shadow’s door.
angry fetes,
feasts of entrails,
fortuitous and portentous,
screaming from Cassandra’s dream,
calliopes cry to the dead goat feet beat,
where the fragments of the future
have been read before.
fore score and seven more gypsies
to come bargaining at your door,
selling lock of virgin hair,
stock of virgin fluids bare,
whetting all eternity’s taste buds
to keep darkness from wrestling your beauty fair.

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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