She beats the wall at 3am
she communes with ghosts
As the community sleeps
She checks the recipes for a hundred curses
Those beat against the wall
To escape her cycle of unwell power
brewing up like a disease's instinct
Developing her spell
A thousand spirits line up
all rusty and shameless
grinning out of a broken streetlight
Powerless until they bind with her magic
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