In another life, I'd have been burnt as a witch,
my body, caressed by the billowing flames.
In this life, I'll be found dead in a ditch.
They look at my arms and they say that I'm sick.
I never was given the chance to explain.
In another life, I'd have been burnt as a witch.
Under my sleeves, I hide all kinds of tricks
but all of it's real. This isn't a game.
In this life, I'll be found dead in a ditch.
Barbed wire is strung through the holes in my lips.
I stood by the mirror and chanted your name.
In another life, I'd have been burnt as a witch.
They put me together with stitch after stitch.
I cut to the bone when I aimed for the vein.
In this life, I'll be found dead in a ditch.
If I'm to be murdered, please let it be quick -
did she kill herself, or has she been slain?
In another life, I'd have been burnt as a witch.
In another life, I'd have been burnt as a witch.
In this life, I'll be found dead in a ditch.
2 comments:
I love love love you & your poems. So beautiful!
thhank you so much for reading xoxoxo
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