a spell

i come upon the ghosts
i don't want to hold them
my grief is love with nowhere to go
i want to go, and i start to
then i cast a spell, or it casts itself

Vivianette, Lauren, Ursula, a sigil

vivianette leads my death to death

lauren tears its veil into fine threads

ursula sweeps it away in the still light of midday

unreturned, my joy, my love, is gone, is gone!

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