Sorceress
Elisabeth Horan
20
lets try a change of pace
let’s talk about the sun
let’s talk about the flares and arcs
let’s talk about Cassandra - the flares and arcs
that were her seizures she wore
them like a badge
she was hunted
feared -
stop.
I see a vision
a priest in white
she is telling him that his
God is Dead; rather, never was - for
the earth was born of meteors and star matter
while he chants at her in condemnation
Cassandra you are an abomination; a conflagration
of mortal sins - while a little boy with no
eyes asks why me, Cassandra, why?
as the earth cracks open to swallow
them up and shaking violently I
shout: she cannot be
trusted, she is a
witch -
grab her.
She will bite
off her tongue
and feed it to you she