The Witching Hour

recollection in reverse | day 12 | freewrite

I swear
on my blood
her mind was
sharp and strange
she flashed her teeth
"I've got something to show you"
she whispered
with a devilish look,
and
she took me by the waist
there was no time for
reflection
she lacked a
mirror,
i gave her my
thoughts
i started reconsidering my
next round of assorted drinks
after
realizing how she acted
of a strange consistency
she only sipped red wine