I dreamt I was a witch, all olive skin and tangles of dark
hair. The inside of my mouth was a vivid scarlet, eyes the same green as the
leaves of an oak. I scratched my name into the bark of a tree trunk, marked
through with a cross and a misshapen heart. The initials of a lover, sealed
and delivered like old magic. I heard him whispering my name, the wind carrying
it through. I followed the sound of his voice and pad softly with bare feet on
thorns and stumps. My body is much like
it is in real life, fluid curves and rippled surfaces, but it feels stronger. It
is wrapped in an ancient nightgown, discoloured lace and frayed edges. My lover
is a thousand leagues under the sea. His body is dust and sand, sullying the water.
His voice now a crackle from a radio, travelling like the gentle beep of sonar
through the waves. He speaks in riddles, he talks of spiders, he hides his
charms.
I am at the edge of the ocean, I am holding a coin in one
hand and a bunch of sweet williams in the other. My lover asks me to join him,
I can see his reflection in the surf, amongst the jetsam and dirty foam. The
water cold around my ankles, nightgown disintegrating, a swell of small fish
upon my calves, they pull me under. I will drown in you, as I have always done
with others before you, it will leave me cold and sodden and I will still forgive you love.
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