a cure for heartbreak
the girl seeks five times over
loves and likes and their banter
lost in the sting of youth
she pulls out a candle,
rosemary and thyme,
whispers an incantation
as the scent fills the air
she turns open a tome,
the pages faded and loved,
healing a heart, subsection 42,
she pores over it, recalling the cost
she sighs as she collects her things,
coins turned over, lost to time
new bottle, old story, same smile,
Chanel No. 5, her classic cure
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The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
