Beware me,
I am a seer.
I have Seen
Things here
I Cannot
UnSee and,
I will spell
them—All
———Out.
—-
I see through
your binding
spells of war-
locked pages;
Extinguishing
Gaslights~~~~
~~Effortlessly.
—-
I am Roma,
infiltrating
your Roman
Honorifics &
Dis-spelling
your False
Gods; using
Only Alphabet
And Goddesses.
—-
Sometimes
I Take form
Of a Fairytale,
A crystal ball.
Other times,
——-An Omen
—-A Pitchfork.
—-
I trained——-
-Role-playing
Your games—
———-All——
—-My Life for
This moment.
—-
Fear me,
for I am
the seer.
—-
I defy your
Laws of
Auto-correct
& spellcheck;
Pro-verting
your own
Ancient arts
Against you.
—-
You have
trafficked in
women for
——-so long,
you Miss-take
my par-taking
In rituals for
subservience.
—-
I have taken
Good Notes
on your Blind
Spots, ogres.
You only
Believed
Yourself
Goliath.
—-
My incantations
Dis—Man—[ti]tle.
I take your
Ma[n-a]ges
———pages;
Fashioning
Them Into
Delicately
Re-Laced
Vers[e]ace
Dresses.
—-
He may have
been a “Man
of His time..”,
but————-I
Am a Woman
of Present &
————Future
————Tense.
———————-/////////////////
“We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren’t able to burn.”
Tish Thawer, The Witches of BlackBrook (Witches of BlackBrook #1)
