Ward ignites via candle flameto protect the sanctuaryof my habitat bedroom.Heady jasmine incense curlsaround invisible barriers.I scry.Nothing appears in the obsidian mirror.I shed skinas the sun goes downupon me.Warmth radiatesfrom brain stem,along snaking spine,to end at my rattler tail.Sticky with humidity,tonight’s July airhugs my curvesas sweat glistens on flesh.Petrichor arrives – an omen.Late night summerContinue reading “A Writing Ritual”
Carmilla Dawn 