cigarette smoke.

rules―no.1 never say thank you

sticks and stones and rabbit bones;
lies and liver and garlic cloves;
chocolate pudding and lots of time;
blue-purple flames o mine;
heart of silver and skin of gold;
lips with stories gone untold;
liquor of the purest kind;
dragon seeds and ancient shrine;

a strand of hair as white as snow;
just wait a moment until you know―

―a drop of blood dyed inky red.

a lick of static from the dead;
a hum of something not from here;
the concept of your wildest fear;
a pinch of ivory, fake with stone;
and nail polish for the soul;
a ring of copper for nine lives
or the cats will take it from the wives;
liquorice and celery;
the stinger of a honey bee;

poison from a mamba snake;
something to give you a bellyache;
a trail of tears from something gone;
a brand new game to play now on;
a thicket from a winter swan;
some weapon from a local yard;
a feather from an a peach orchard;

some may say don't mix them, deary;

𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚.