You say I’m warm like the sun,
Like it’s a compliment.
It’s a reminder of what lurks beneath my skin-
Flames crackle and dance,
Flicker and spark.
Flames quake in anticipation to destroy or to sustain.
They grow to great infernos and dim to softly glowing coals
My “warmth” is all well and good until you make condescending comments like that,
And then my carefully crafted shell will crack and you’ll burn.
Beware of the strength of my witchfire rage.
– In response to Amanda Lovelace’s “The Witch Doesn’t Burn in This One”
Jess Rae x