The Witch

By Leslie Benigni

Contributing Writer

The Witch

Who lingers in the suspicious eyes of

Those unknown to me:

I’m on Trial

The midnight hunters with flickered, wooded fires are

Outside my window with screams of HERETIC:

I’m on Trial

You cannot tell me to regret thoughts of truth

As you suddenly spit out vitriol:

I’m on Trial

I’m tired of crawling, so I take flight

Only to be viewed in the sky of Another:

I’m on Trial