Poem By Brad Evans
I'd been dating her for a week
the summer, before one of her
took me aside
mentioned that she was into painting and
Witch or no witch,
I wanted to spend time with her...
after a while,
things began to go a little weird:
sometimes she would paint and then immediately
the work, putting it all to hungry
also, her cat liked to vomit in the most annoying
places, usually near me,
it knocked over pot plants on the window-sill with its
whenever it was pissed off.
She told me that her name was Greek for priestess,
I believed her.
She was beautiful.
she had short hair, burgundy-coloured,
she had green eyes and wore green dresses,
she had the whitest skin and proportions
I'd never seen on a woman before.
the problem was she knew it
and an attitude came with her knowing
often we argued about silly things, like vanity and
I never believed in her spirituality. I told her that
often gave people power over others.
About two weeks into our relationship,
to the end,
I grew sick and stayed in her bed.
my throat had inflamed and a fever ran through me.
she said that she'd fix me and began to apply different
coloured rocks around the base of my neck and on my
I just said to her that some hot water with lemon juice
would probably help cleanse my throat
so, the plain water arrived,
with some more coloured rocks
sitting in the bottom of the mug.
I got my things together and fled,
giving her some time
with her rocks.