I'm a witch

So much depends

on the look in

his eyes. His eyes

when he says

I’m sorry,

 

but the cancer is spreading

 

like shadows across the cemetery

my mother’s face is

pleading.

 

I’m a witch at trial;

each stone

I’ve inscribed with things

I’ve said and

the villagers are chanting,

She’s dead. She’s dead.

 

I can’t take back the things I’ve said.

 

Mother please,

forgive me.

I can’t take back the things I’ve said.

Reviews

[Tree]

Painful. And beautiful.