Witches’ Brew

Slosh around, thoughts,

Draw all into your vortex.

I will absorb that nears

Within my field of gravity.

The brew must keep stirring

Until all the tissue dissolves.

Like a flesh-eating plant,

I devour anything I touch.

There’s a bit of all in the recipe,

Being written in my stars.
If all is made in you:
Then make me like you.

If I’m made of what I eat,

I’m all that's loved and hated.
I hold all of you inside,
Until you're ground together.