The witch doesn't burn in this one

red lipstick
an external sign
of internal
fire.

-we tried to warn you

this is
an overdue
love letter
to each
and every
woman
who walked
these fields
before me
&
made
the path
soft enough
for me to
walk through
to get to
the side
they could
never reach

i´m afraid
i must confess

i inherited
my mother´s rage

& the
mother-rage

that came
before her

& all the
mother-rage

that raced down
every branch

of our tangled up
family tree.

-nothing can extinguish me

to
everyone
who said
my
great-grandmother
had a
wee bit of witch
in her:

she´s
got nothing
on me.
-& i´ve only just begun

they don´t even know what´s coming. how cute.
we shouldn´t be afraid of them.
no no no.
they should be afraid of us.