the dead girl is dead
i look at her from time to time
in the small money jar on my desk i keep aside
for laundry, once a week, sheets every other week though with the cats
i should be more diligent; the corpse does not take up much room; it is a flat
skin shell husk dry corn leaves bending i wonder
why i keep her around at all
she makes me uneasy but i can’t really bear to throw her out entirely
but sometimes in the mornings, i wake up
i see she has moved zombie like, stares at me through the glass jar window of her world
with her face in a scream
“i had to commit suicide” i tell her. “you had to die. i had to die. ”
i just don’t know what the after death rites are. a burial. a cremation.
something. yes something.
we need rituals to stay sane.
we need rituals to make meaning.
what is a witch without the layer of ritual in every spell?