14. (lou-ellen)
Magic
curls around your fingers
a little beast you've learned
how
to control.
—
They hate you.
Call you odd,
a witch.
We should burn her
at the stake,
they say.
Burn her.
We don't want
to research her.
She is a bloody
demon.
—
Daughter of Hecate,
these wisps
of creation
are your birthright.
Do not
drive them away.
—
You're not even one of them
really.
You are more
than
half-human.
You are a
magician.
You destroy
and you create,
and, oh,
hell,
you don't care.
—
Laugh at them,
you laugh at them
and their beliefs.
Laugh
laugh
laugh.