Protection Spell

Name written on a bay leaf,

burning

in the flame of a black candle.

Sitting cross-legged

in a circle of salt,

I’ll cast the reek of it out.

Fingerprints on my skin

burned and blistered,

so I’ll shed it;

Molting,

ready to come into my power.

Mind,

Once twisted and fogged

now bright and clear.

‘As above so below’

I dig up graveyard dirt 

leaving the bones of it for the worms.