hex - a sort of werewolf

You put a hex on me…

We ended as everything ends eventually. 30 days later, I said 30 days later, I awoke scratching mad, animalist penchant. My skin began to itch once you were gone. There is no one else to accuse. I was so used to your pigment.

I got it bad, you don’t know how bad I got it…
You put a hex on me…

You used to study Egyptology, Osiris and Isis, the Book of the Dead.
You used to draw hieroglyphics on my bare shoulders, running fingers
over scars, mapping my follicles.
Now you’ve put a hex on me & I don’t feel human. The moon tides are running in my blood – a wolf is rising up inside of me, skeletal lines shivering under honed muscle.

I got it bad, you don’t know how bad I got it…
You put a hex on me…

This hex is doing some crazy things. My eyes glitter silver. I itch ribs,
the length of arms, stomach, and curse your knowledge of alchemy.
You used to turn lead into gold, and now you’re punishing me.
I can’t get you off my skin.

You put a hex on me…

My fingernails are destructive; I have weeping cuticles. I’d like to show you what you’ve done. Naked, would you recognize the taste of my skin, the altered texture? This is one bad break up. Night wears heavy upon me, white magnet & I could razor you in half. I am a sleepless metal shadow.

I got it bad, you don’t know how bad I got it…