There’s a woman among
The market stalls
Selling frozen charms
Little pieces of beautiful Hell

Flowers encased, never wilting
Formed to surpass their time
Insects adorned by
A funeral shroud of copper
Becoming warm jewels
Of enticing deaths

This woman sells
Both protection and paralysis
She offers deathly, lifely wares
Frozen jewels and wands
But for a special price
And a promise
She might offer you exemption
From time itself.

© Alanna Sage