Invocation
Done
Spent
Evil
Wickedness
Seduced by dark side
I choose the path that swallows me
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Voodoo Doll
Dark
Hexed
Voodoo
Pierced with pins
Soft doll shaped like him
The moon whispers “push deeper, love”
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Awakening
Craft
Dream
Spellbound
His awakening
Dark magic courses
Curse coils tight around his heart
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Cursed
Cursed
Bound
Thinks me
Can’t escape
Every thought’s tangled
The doll’s spell seeps into his mind
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Obssession
Rapt
Hexed
Obsessed
Possession
Mind tangling, twisting
Intrusive thoughts filling his head
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Possession
Marked
Snared
Thoughts echo
Possession
Bending to my will
Talisman unable to protect
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Aftermath
Death
Corpse
Lifeless
What remains
No longer human
Flesh clinging to a skeleton
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Tina D. Lopez
A woman who writes to deal with hurt, mistakes--mine and others, and messy emotions. Telling my truth, from the heart, with no sugarcoating.
My book Love Ain’t No Friend of Mine is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6JYBmLH
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December 8, 1980
When I was six or seven, my stepdad came into my life, and I remember thinking he knew everything. He could befriend anybody, anywhere. In grocery stores, he chatted with strangers over cuts of meat; at gas stations, he bonded with people pumping fuel over how the smell of gasoline was disgusting and yet enjoyable. In restaurants, he took an interest in waiters’ lives—like Steve, whose father was dying of cancer. When Steve’s dad died, my new dad attended the funeral.
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