White Magic from Minotaur by M. Hyder

Waste. What a waste of space, sad star in a sadder constellation down to a flicker, thick briars grow thicker. There's a wolf at the door knocking 2 - 3 - 4 in time (it's not your friend). Evil twin with an open invitation, skull/crossbones in the cabinet at home, Trazodone, burn a trail, grey matter, chainmail. 7th son - lost the only race you've ever run, under a thumb, some spirit's got you, and when you're done, you're done. Cast a spell for your protection. Sick. Shake, sweat, and twitch your way through a sloppy invocation. Burning down, wicker man in town left picking at your stitches with the warlocks and witches. Evil eye, a burning bush, transfixed, trailer-park transmutations. Walking cane turned viper, insane, venom rain from the heavens dripping 5 - 6 - 7.
7th son - lost the only race you've ever run, under a thumb, some spirit's got you, and when you're done, you're done. Cast a spell for your protection. Baptized and saved with a pill engraved. Neither church nor cave are safe to speak your name. Waste. What a waste of space, sad star in a sadder constellation, down to a flicker, thick briars grow thicker. There's a wolf at the door knocking 2 - 3 - 4.... 7th son - lost the only race you've ever run, under a thumb, some spirit's got you, and when you're done, you're done. Cast a spell for your protection.

• Alternative
• electro
• futuristic
• occult
• paranoid
• rock
• New York