Witch
courage
rage
empty light on peeling skin
spilling fat and gritty with salt
voluptuous licks of oil sliding
into my guilty pores, sponges of sin
long, red, broken fingernails tear strips from my glory, purity
putrid chastity
flames kiss my ankles, thighs, plunging into dark, moist curtains
burning flesh
the bile lurching at my tongue tastes like chocolate
the wind lapping at my smoking edges the heavy gasp of sex
I curl inward, a thin paper crumbling into ashes
shame thick and lascivious as pudding
eaten up by fire
the glorious destruction
combustion
purges it
turning nauseating desire
into cool air
brushing back sweaty hair
in righteous relief