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Black Magic

  • Jun 12, 2020
  • 1 min read

by Jessica Frelow

that night I called out to you, wax dripped long beads on gradients of pecan skin, mysteriously guided.


show me the way down enlightened paths draped in swaths of yellow, charged by ancestral energy


claiming to seek the knots that plague me read in the alignment of the stars, between strands of brown curls,


I dance in scorched flames lost in complex ambivalence strengthened by divisibility, conjuring the moon.


Jessica Frelow is an emerging writer. Her work has been featured in Versification and The New York Times Metropolitan Diary. Find her on twitter @thefrelow.

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