Coven of the Unicorn's Realm
For all those who died - stripped naked, shaved, shorn.
For all those who were pricked, racked, broken on the wheel
for the sins of their inquisitors.
For all those whose beauty stirred their tortures to fury; & for all those
whose ugliness did the same.
For all those who were neither ugly or beautiful,
but only human and would not submit.
For all those soft arms pulled from their sockets.
For all those budding breasts ripped with hot pincers.
For all those midwives killed merely for the sin of delivering man
to an imperfect world.
For all those Witch-people, my kin,
who breathed freer as the flames took them.
Knowing as they shed their human bodies, the seared flesh
falling like fruit in the flames, that death alone would cleanse them
of the sin for which they died.
The sin of being born human,
Who is more than the sum of their parts.