Cursed Witch

A demon sleeps in me, it has the shape of my fear. Shape of my madness. Shape of my despair.

It burns, calls and whispers; leap into me, swim in me, jump in my fiery embrace. Fire will clean you – of everything, of your body and thoughts. Of your pain and your doubt. Fire will give you second life, life of a god of a flame, where every limb and every tendon blazes wih high conflagration.

Give yourself to me, child. You have nothing to lose.

You have nothing to lose but your soul.

It will leave the burning witch, calling on the gods who are also burning, with even higher flame. Kronos laughs and ashes the field that I irrigated all spring.

Laugh, little flame, laugh cursed witch. The white of the snow seems so unreal now.