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Coven of the Unicorn's Realm

"Witches"

by: Erica Jong,

For all those who died - stripped naked, shaved, shorn.

For all those who were pricked, racked, broken on the wheel

for the sins of their inquisitors.

For all those whose beauty stirred their tortures to fury; & for all those

whose ugliness did the same.

For all those who were neither ugly or beautiful,

but only human and would not submit.

For all those soft arms pulled from their sockets.

For all those budding breasts ripped with hot pincers.

For all those midwives killed merely for the sin of delivering man

to an imperfect world.

For all those Witch-people, my kin,

who breathed freer as the flames took them.

Knowing as they shed their human bodies, the seared flesh

falling like fruit in the flames, that death alone would cleanse them

of the sin for which they died.

The sin of being born human,

Who is more than the sum of their parts.


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Path
I have chosen my path
The choices I made
They thrive as part of my soul
I can never change my roads
For I must make do with this string
The life I could have had
For better or worse
I know not the future
Nor the dimensions of time
I feel my parallel self
We are one in the same
Yet different in choice
We are both regretful
What may have happened
Though We are intertwined
Our roads can never cross
F.W. Vickers

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