You say you came from among the hoard.
I met you on my Ouija board.
We talked for some time, and you taught me a bit.
Sometimes I wonder if I should have just quit.
You said you’d stick with me to the end.
You promised that you’d be my only friend.
I like to think that everything you told me was true.
I’d love to spend some more time with you.
A gallon of blood and the wings of a bat
mixed with some nightshade and the scalp of a cat.
You swore to give me that which I lack.
Was it a lie, or was it because my cat wasn’t black?
I finally decided it was time to give up and go
after waiting around fourteen days or so.
If only I waited two weeks and a day, then I could have seen Zozo…
… to take me away.