i haunt you, i hunger for you, i lap you up whole

i ain't afraid of you,
only hungry for your touch,

laughed the witch to her thistle,
the straw no longer held to her broomstick,
and plus, she wanted something less mainstream,
more specific, she wasn't basic, and needed edge.

before jumping from the ledge
she held her wands next to winged arms
and wondered, did I live for this?!
did i die? which is best to try?

the wind breathed back,
i am everything, just be safe.

she found the place
with a bale of hay
beneath and let
herself fall to
heavens.