The Witch’s Tea

The Witch’s Tea

She poured the tea,

And counted fingers wrong,

The kettle giggled in the corner,

Her hat tipped over like a joke.

I sipped, expecting poison,

It tasted like burnt marshmallows,

She laughed, smoke curling from ears,

“Your life just got a little stranger.”

The broomstick twitched in the corner,

A jar blinked its many eyes,

I tried to leave,

The door shrank before me.

She danced on the table,

Mixing sugar with shadows,

I laughed, I cried,

The tea laughed louder than me.

A spoon floated in the air,

Stirring dreams into nightmares,

I tried to cover my eyes,

But her magic found them anyway.

I spilled the sugar once more,

The shadows giggled and swirled,

The floor shifted beneath my feet,

And the morning never came.