I became a witch in quarantine;
There was nothing else to do.
I listened to my neighbour’s bass
And thought ‘I’ll murder you’.
I mixed up wood and dirt and frogs and bugs and slimy things and wishes,
And with ochre on my cheeks, I danced, and talked in mumbles and in hisses.
My mother warned me as a child
‘Witches’ souls burn in death’s fire’
But I can’t help feel it’s worth it
For a bit of peace and quiet.
– Chloe Jacques
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