Delinquent stars peep and blink
At me, outside his rusty door
That has claw marks and dried blood
On it’s weather-beaten, crumbling body.
His door has on it, some charm
The witch-doctor dipped his palms in
And applied.
Like an ointment on a wounded body.
Though rusty and broken in parts
The door doesn’t allow me in
Nor my pleas
Nor my angry kicks,
Nor my amateur black magic
So I tried his dreams instead
Where I knew,
the rat-woman sat sipping wine.
But he has forgotten my face, it seems.
He takes the rat-woman in his arms
And says “who let this witch in?”
Delinquent stars peep and blink
As I go back and claw at his door.