The Witch W***e

A friend recently revealed herself as the lowest of creatures to me and several of her closest friends, by accidentally getting caught in all of her cruel lies. I am betrayed and furious.

 

 

I, being a rationalist,

Never believed I would meet a witch.

 

I never imagined she would canker my home

And leave me no choice

But a choice un-condoned.

 

Hot irons and scalpels

And needles and picks

I'd use on her faces

All four of them sick.

Reviews

[Von Halford]

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

[Kaela Craven]

Apparently, after this last comment, I have to explain the poem.

This girl was not involved in any actual witchcraft. She is not even Pagan.

It has absolutely nothing to do with Wicca or anything like it.