28/6/2021
Witchcraft interwoven in our poetries; spells carefully crafted accompany every word,
every insignificant letter forged into sigils and runes meant to bring this manifestation to fruition, leaking magic into paper,
disguised incantations, masked under a veil of angst and frustration, to get the words out, to find liberation
but it's the soul's tongue we speak when we write poetry, it entrances us, demands our spirits to find peace through these pieces that we concoct out of pure magic, out of interventive theurgy that enhances our minds, the kind of potion our essence suckles on as the mental inflammation it slowly heals, like a mother's milk,
like being formed anew in this external womb that is our reality.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poetry𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨 (n.) 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘤 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯; 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘯 Poems posted daily, for every day of the year. Works of an undefined theme with a touch of fantastical elements as well as a healthy dose of r...
