The Witch
written by: Heidi MacCulloch
Dressed to death
Black glides the breeze
Hair to match
Don’t forget the wart
She owns land
And other’s souls
Her black cat
Her cauldron
Eyeballs and fingers
Toads and bones
In Salem stoned and hung
She’s your nightmare
Your unsung
Rides a broom
Her cackle isn’t contagious
Skin tinted green
Snake eyes
Uses nature
As venom
Calm as a lake
She’ll get you, you pretty
Graveyard walks
Ouija board talks
Hide your children
The veil thins
Revealing us all
Stumble upon worlds
Near and far
Halloween masks you
Never hidden
The Witch is watching
No life forbidden
My name is Heidi, born in Washington State, currently living in Honolulu Hawaii. I am married and have one magical daughter. I have loved writing since I was a child. It has always been an outlet and a comfort for me. It’s how as an introvert I recover from the World. Nothing makes my heart as full as when I write something I am truly proud of. That ache inside as it slowly evaporates as the words spill onto the paper.
Latest posts by Heidi MacCulloch (see all)
- Spotlight On Writers – Heidi MacCulloch - December 28, 2024
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