Burning Witches
Her magic held captive.
A strange feeling lingers in the air.
The saints take blame for the sinners sins.
There is sorcery everywhere.
They light fires.
They burn witches.
What goes around comes around.
She has a temper that can burn down bridges.
Copyright © Alexa Rose | Year Posted 2018
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