The Story of a Witch: Part One

Once upon a time, there was a witch.

A girl-witch, who didn’t know she was a witch. 

The girl-witch came from a long long line of witches who had learned,

how to not know

themselves.

The girl-witch grew and played, 

loved and dreamed.

And her power grew and played,

loved and dreamed.

One night, the witches who came before her 

(the ones who used to not know themselves)

came by

for a visit.

They sat in a bright white room with white walls and a long white table.

They sat counsel and said,

“She’s the one” and “This is her,”

and weighted, warm hands rested

heavy on her shoulders.

She sat across a woman of blue eyes and white hair whose

face melted into the shrunken wide-eyed skull of

a death-bringer.

At the touch of their hands, in the white-walled room,

power too large to name

charged at the girl-witch and threw her away

and awake.

She darted in and out of dreams, 

worried the death-bringer would find her and

the rest

would be history.

She thought,

I’m not ready to know this.

And the death-bringer laughed,

Timing is not your place, girl.

And so, the girl-witch

Began to know