baba yaga
By aiwaz
baba yaga was the hell born on an undigested apple pit treebark hands wither leave cloak children follow with bloody hands come for a bleeding this house was burnt to the ground pitchfork courage a century past she leaves no tracks in the ash come into the woods children hang like fruit on the vine rotting in cold blood upside down in parody Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 05:21 PM PST 0 • 10
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