They still burn witches.
Because patriarchy hurts. Still. Like a tragicomedy in which you, the witch, as also jester, as also fool, wishing always for actors to somehow go off-script, watch the predictable bitter-hot end unfold.
For they still burn those who are “scarred for being different, not conforming, for loving,” for seeing and “speaking the truth” of this world,” for “being wild, wise, and free,” for their powers of “birth, transformation, healing, rebirth,” for “dream[ing] up new plans in the dark of the new moon,” for drawing people “to you to sit by your fire and discuss life and all its fury, pain, love and wonder,” and then “sending them off with hope in their hearts.
You. You are left to burn, twisting in the flames and then dying embers, “a sensitive but powerful lone wolf,” only ash.
Witches still burn.
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(Quotations from “13 Signs You’re a Witch” by Sarah Durham Wilson, http://www.rebellesociety.com/2014/01/17/13-signs-youre-a-witch/; photo by Cindy Milstein, street art, Montreal, summer 201