She walked into the room decorated with all sorts of charms and fetishes with a strangeness that could only be accompanied by the smell of the burning incents. Sitting quietly in the corner was an old lady pointing to a bag of chicken feathers on the floor welcoming her to have a seat. She did so, and began to explain to the priestess her reason for being there. The Mambo listened intently only interrupting her undivided attention to take a sip of some smelly brew she had earlier concocted. The Priestess said nothing until the women neared the end of her explanation of desperation when she mentioned “I love him to death…”. The Priestesses eyes widened. “To death you say” she said rising preparing to ready her cruel solution. The women nodded in tears. The old witch quickly shuffled to the nearest cabinet gathering bottles of venom and crushed herbs. The Voodoo queen gave the women a mixture of puffer fish and toad venom and some crushed locoweed. The ingredients that would give “till death do us part” a whole new meaning…
Smiling wife
Drooling husband
Zombie slave
-William Landis
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