To The Men Who Burnt Witches by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
To The Men Who Burnt Witches
There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.
You see, fire does not eat fire.
Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.
Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.
History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you di
The Body in The Water by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
The Body in The Water
Folded along the crevices where the river meets sand
lies the body of our love, now it’s edges covered in moss.
It stays there, where the water still sings hymns to the land,
little realizing that you cannot turn holy a decaying corpse.
And I still visit and fold my hands in prayer,
even though seeing what is left of our love
leaves me feeling so alone and scared
undone at the watery seams, cursing every star above.
Some days I return with eyes so red my mother worries
she warns me that the river can never heal what fell apart
but I always return to the alcove of where we are buried.
I am still offering the water my swollen, moon soak