Scarlet sorcery

A black cat prowls the rooftop. He fixes his yellow eyes on my witchen window.

I tiptoe downstairs. I tap the cooling machine with my wand. The door creaks open and a black box floats out.

Slugs of purple blood – I glug, glug, glug. Violet lips, earthy taste on my tongue.

Outside, the black cat yowls to the moon.

Then a spectacular spell! My body transforms nitrates to nitric oxide – dilating my arteries, increasing blood flow.

What is this powerful potion?

It’s only bloody beetroot juice!

The tipple of procreating witches worldwide. (Oh, and really fit people drink it too).



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