Mictecacihuatl

The day life slipped

From my only shelter

I met a primitive woman

Barely clothed

In a tattered

And frayed frock

Burgundy bleached

From an unforgiving sun

With short matted

Ebony hair

She took notice

Of me slightly

As I arrived

For I

Was just passing through

Deep within the jungles

Of South America

She had carelessly

Busted open

An exposed grave

While the rain forest wept

And began washing

What little laundry she had

Amongst the water

That had seeped in

To accompany

The decaying bones

Of a poor soul

Withering away

In an ancient cemetery

Suddenly my hands

Were her's

And I began chanting,

"Bana, bana bana."

At that moment

A decrepit stone sundial

Struck two o’clock

Sunlight glistened upon

Every crystallized raindrop

I realized

Death had consume me

Murdered me in my sleep

He did

While my attention waned

As a crescent moon

The Great Witch

A mother of divinity

Warned me

Two years prior

But not even

A channeled spell

From a planet

Where magic inhabits

Every being

Could untangle

Such a bitter curse

Of discourse

Marked upon my soul

By his misguided

Vengeance marred

For a week I traveled

In between worlds

Nowhere near humanity

Just glissading through

One looking glass

After another

And oh how he begged

Humbly negotiating everyday

With the archangels

Of lore

To bring me home

Wailing with clenched teeth

Bedamning himself

For all he had done

Finally

I was brought back

To my animated body

Kept copacetic

By a merciful angel

Safe

I thought I was

But you must understand

A man such as this

Has no soul

Would you like to know

How he killed me?

He took my broken

Grief stricken soul

Riddled with tears

Of multiple

Nervous breakdowns

And slaughtered

What was left of me

When I was most vulnerable

For this is not a human being

But a demonic force

That has only been witnessed

Upon the silver screen

In the shadows that creep ©

The Magical Caldera