Witch, always.

I was always the witch.
This is a word in a tongue that is not mine but will do.

I am terror when you make me the other, but if you stand with me I become possibility.

Find me in the woods, sharpening my axe, sewing my bags, and waiting.

Smell the blood. Lick the earth, and listen for my laugh.

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