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A Crackling Flame

Updated on February 12, 2015
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A Crackling Flame

 

She was a witch,

and with that she carried no shame,

her eyes would twitch,

her scalp would itch,

but she felt the same,

she just didn’t care,

the temperature was frigid,

she merely stood there,

rigid,

flushed face, lips thin,

wrath surging through her veins,

popping out of her skin,

fighting the anguish inside,

fighting the pains,

the cuts fresh,

as the knife penetrated her flesh,

the blood splattered

at her feet,

then all her resolve shattered,

and that’s when the witch hunter smiled,

he was feeling proud,

he had tamed the wild,

as he stood amongst the crowd,

her emotions would finally show,

wrathfully his eyes glowed,

the smoke from a crackling flame,

whispered his name.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      Till.. no thank you :)

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      Mary Craig 3 years ago from New York

      Oh Frank, the poor witch! This one flowed through beautifully as the witch met her demise. Great time to bring this one back Frank and thanks as I seem to have missed it.

      Voted up, awesome, and interesting.

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      thank you for reading my crackling flame seeker7

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      Helen Murphy Howell 6 years ago from Fife, Scotland

      Another good one - evokes strong pictures and emotion. Really enjoyed this.