I will throw some herbs in the fire
I'll say spells and will call for the spirits.
They are here , indeed so near.
So often I felt their breathing.
In my dreams they come for small talking.
but sometimes we smoke together.
something bad , for sure forbidden.
I feel guilty - each, every morning.
A few ghosts are kissing me passionatly.
They forget I am pure and married.
One is biting my lips till blood's poring.
and another is holding plump shoulders.
In the fantacies - I am happy.
No boring days , that aren't different.
I'm excited , not nobody.
it's so hard to wake up to reality.
I will throw some herbs in the fire
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2020
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