My chest is a cauldron, heaving. my heart is a wicked spell, seething. my brain is a crone, cackling. and the candles have turned to black pools in the hollow vats of my face. you tricked me with your secret. you cradled me in lies. you trapped me with your steel-pin tongue and stripped me down to burning skies, walked widdershins while streaming blood, and left this devil to the flood.