I stand above you
On earth made unholy
You thought you could not be mine 
Rot silences your voice 
And in death I shall control you 
And my murmurings wake your bones
Magic and manipulation 
Summoned from the pit
Your decaying form
Does my bidding 
Dancing 
Under my will
On ground unholy
You are mine

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Bindi Lavelle is a proud Wakka-Wakka woman, based in Meanijin (Brisbane), Australia, where she lives with her cat Scully. She is a writer, editor for ibecomethebeast.com and lover of all things strange and unusual. 

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