You used to ring bells for me
Put spells on me
Write my name seven times to get to me

You couldn’t get to me

When I feel the familiar
Its spells I’m feeling
Spells put on me

You used to whisper wishes into me
Twist reality to get a piece of me to complete your wizardry

Your mind cannot naturally receive purity so you commit robberies for its feeling

Since the moment you yourself were cursed, you have tapped the sanity of others to relieve your self-
          pity

If you conceive the imagery of bravery your string pulling will not be seen

Enamored audience entertained by your enchanting sorcery

Wax at home slowly burning so your true nature cannot be seen

You used to serve offerings bearing my ancestry
You used to wish harm onto me so I would run to your predatory lifesaving

Hero engraving claw marks on fragile hearts

You used to seem so innocent
It’s why I never trusted your innocence
I would sense your spells through your scent
Every sense on defense after your peck

4 corners alerted and inspect
Your intent

Karma watches
The truth soothes

I used to be a part staged and fought to stop it
Paused my destiny to fight the wicked source of conjuring

Don’t curse others when you feel for them
Bless Yourself
Love Them and You instead

The real power that resides on your head.

Allow the To Be’s to be
Selfish spell making redesigns what’s meant to be.

You used to fuck with me.

God saw you

In that protection, I feel relief as I continue to receive what’s meant for me choosing to accept the
          interruptions caused by your being which were based on need

You used to need me
So you’d fuck with me

God still loves you

And you, I have buried

No spell, no chant, no ceremony.

I used to feel for Fantasy.

 

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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