One afternoon I met a red witchess
With red roots
and red leaves
And with a fraction of cinnamon and innocence,
Barely touching, we sat down together
And I took off my masks.
.
So she showed me a bloody huntress
Who stalks with leather and snow
And leaves no footprints.
So that now she hides in the corner of my semi-sight
Stealing thoughts of all other things.
.
She showed me a full, bare-breasted robin
Who flies with children on kites
and listens to the ferns whisper,
the trees bow and bend,
and the November leaves lie
that they fill the forest with more crimson
.
She showed me my own candle,
Burnt to its end, and replaced it with a lantern.
And I saw her claws for teeth
And wasn’t scared because she wouldn’t hurt me,
Though she is fierce, wild and red.
.
And it comforts me
That she is fierce, wild and red.
~PC
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