a partition - blue origami paper. 7 names. runes. prayers. 

{unconditional.}

first to the side, then folded away from me until i could fold no more.

a vial - red vinegar. salt. garlic. 7 cloves. a bay leaf and a stem of thyme

{time.}

sigil on the cap. sealed with the very red ribbon that sealed my gifts. coming up on a year now

upstairs, the owls screeching again, then silence

my feet were cold but soon became numb. air was still and thick with fog. i took note of the deep, unwavering sense of calm.

the river - unsteady on the rocks but i never fell. incense cleansed the mask. smells nostalgic like a candle i had as a child, one i would read ghost stories by around halloween with the skeleton lights

further down the stream and the moon took center stage above the bridge. four streams - a body of light that is real light. i began to feel a cold dominance quite unlike rage.

the mask - folded and crumpled like paper by my hand.

{powerless.}

the first rock was too heavy. the second i lifted with three fingers.

i considered two spots. it occurred to me that He belongs in a small unmoving cesspool shielded by a log.

{buried, drowned.}

a bit further down at the mouth of a tunnel. i take note that it is one of darkness in the middle, and light on the other side. /down the rabbit hole isaid 

cleansed her with the incense as well. held it to the light of the cold white moon. it reflected red&pink as the rose purée

{hecate, heed my prayer..}

threw fast and turned around just as quick. it’s easier going back. sense of power, release, mystique.

a consummation - two of wands.

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