In Supplies, Cameron recommends that you write a poem to neutralize Bad Fairies.
My witch’s mind immediately responds: “Hee hee! A spell!!!’
I have actually done a Hot Foot spell on one bad fairy that haunts every writer’s group in town.
… and it’s not like anyone is surprised when I smile brightly and say “Fuck off!”
Even so, I could give it a try:
Wing closer, dear, perhaps my shoulder –
here, better – whisper your poison in my ear.
what’s that? You’re stuck, your burnt, your cut,
Mmm, must be an awful feeling.
Landing in iron powder, twitching, reeling –
Haven’t you learnt
to keep your poison to yourself?
Try it again. I do love to trot out my shiny crucifixes.
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