Nivia-Natalia Frias

Protect Yourself

Breathe in. Witchcraft is playing.
It is coming for your inner child,
With silent, glassy stares and wicked Bradycardia.
Hungryhungry, starvestarve.
Go and swear a blood oath of loyalty and silence
Under the violet night.
Come back torn, muddy, and bruised.
Ginger, cloves, and sugar;
Beetles, hands, eyes, skulls, and other talismans
Will serve you well: velvety poetry in motion.
Not even God, Herself, can stop you.
Drift off.