Posted in [poetry], [witchcraft & wonder]

changeling [poem]

the older I get
the further the glamour fades
the less human I become
this old magic isn’t holding up well
to the rampage of technology and time
the digital world a comfortable mask
while these sunsets and moonrises
tick away at mortal life
I think they’re starting to notice how I don’t age
this body refusing to wrinkle and ripen
into something less adolescent
I probably have just a few more years
before these humans realize
what they’ve had hidden in their midst
since 1987


bookdragon, poet, witch

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