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
