the next full moon is five days away. i gather candles, incense, and herbs for the even t. witchcraft, sorcery teaches a man things about the nature of our reality, about the nature of people and perceptions, about the nature of the dark quiet foreboding paths forged now left untrodden and overgrown cold under a canopy of twisted limbs, the paths few others have walked only to reverse course or meet destruction before reaching the clearing. i walk the paths where death seems imminent. i dig the graves and paint my nails red.
velvet.
mirror stains the wall.
Robert Longwood 