The Witch Doesn't Burn in This One

by Amanda Lovelace

“i don’t wear makeup for others the same way i don’t decorate my house for others. this is my home & everything i do is for me.”

you are the lucky ace of the deck, a burning arrow piercing through their so-called hollow tree hatred. you. are. - embr(ace).

i’m pretty sure you have w i t c h c r a f t running through those v e i n s. - women are some kind of magic II.

when you wrong me you’ll be expecting me to forgive you like a good, well-mannered woman, when in actuality you’ll finally get to know what fire tastes like. - & no, it won’t be like whiskey.

we need your words. we need your experiences, we need your traumas, we need your anger, we need your guilt, we need your passions, we need the story you think no one cares to hear. we need that woman-rage-fire only you can provide, so write. write. write. - the sign you’ve been waiting for III.