Walpurgis Knocked

We born other than imperial, torn into what we are told is real

without power to protect ourselves from venal brothers of the order

spreading hatred like any venereal disease

We no longer need to meet you cowering on our knees

Karma's a hot potent bitch unschooled in mercy

Witches reclaiming noble heritage, reframing herstories will prevail

Though born and forced to serve in our master's jail,

lost and lonely midst the masses, masked to fit expected forms

but it's just for a while, while we learn, become what we were from the start

each a creature alive to the beat of our own-reasoned heart

Ever After

Pan, old ugly friend

screams "You're alive!"

And what say I?

Retreat into tribal fairytales.

Witch Waif Warrior

Who emerges from the

cold dark water?

Disgusting wounds ignite,

command presence.

Making every pretense to appear

normal, sincere

(not veering on the edge)

(not dangerously explosive)

"Don't mistake my weakness

for that loathsome foe

we daren't name."

Shame

overwhelms homeostasis

Crawling, mewling on unswept floor

Unable to gain equilibrium enough

to walk away

Lock the door; hide behind barricades

made from

blood guts gore

human remains after they are

vermified, defiled

My core cries

"One sweet kiss. A taste,

sense memory

stasis of desire."

I leap whole

into eternal fire

beyond pain; burning sensation.

Pan smiles