Hey folks! I've fallen a little behind but I can assure you we'll make it through this month together kicking, screaming, and biting.
Special thanks to Amanda Lovelace to her radically feminist masterpiece "The witch doesn't burn in this one" Go read it!
The Witch Burns in this One
With me I carry two things
One a black notebook, wrapped in leather and bound with desire
And the second a book of matches
The notebook contains secrets
The matches contain sulfur
The notebook has curves and graces
And words like rosemary and cobalt
And pictures of five pointed stars
The match box has little sticks
All alike
Lined up in rows
I carry these things into a meadow of tall grasses
A field of piercing blue sky and dandelion clouds watches
As I set the notebook down to rest on the soft earth
It flips open, scrolling through rainbows of color
A menagerie of words and pictures
Opening themselves to the world.
Entering my lungs one last time.
In mourning I see a woman
Tided to a pyre of driftwood and old fence posts
I smell smoke
I hear her final curses screamed defiantly into the wind.
I slide the rectangle of the matchbook
Apart from its top and drag the head
Across the textured side
The match catches.
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