Exorcising You Poem by Francie Lynch

Exorcising You



This isn't working.
Writing, they said,
Would exorcise you.
What to do?
Get a crucifix tattoo.
Draw the curtains
To let daylight through.
Whittle a stake.
Sprinkle ashes on the lake.
Drink vodka and holy water.
Cross lit candles behind
My cobwebs.
Fashion my ring into a silver bullet.
Flush it all down the toilet.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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