sorting: the line from the liminal
the shadow from the flame. whispering
from hand to hand: wolves here, beware.
go by night, hooded. go by knife
bleeding. cast the net, draw the line:
from hand to hand: we dare, we dare.
and to be silent: fuck you, we won't.
we will rise like shadows, we will
spin from blood a curse.
for all you denied, and all you decried:
we are the witches you cast out,
we are the women you failed to cast down.