A Witch Alone

For All Those Who Died

For all those who died -
stripped naked, shaved, shorn.

For all those who screamed
in vain to the great Goddess
only to have their tongues
ripped out by the root.

For all those who were pricked, racked, broken on the wheel
for the sins of their Inquisitors.

For all those whose Beauty
stirred their torturers to fury;
and for all those whose ugliness did the same.

For all those who were neither ugly nor beautiful,
but only women who would not submit.

For all those quick fingers
broken in the vise.

For all those soft arms
pulled from their sockets.

For all those budding breasts
ripped with hot pinchers.

For all those midwives killed merely for the sin
of delivering man
to an imperfect world.

For all those witch-women, my sisters,
who breathed freer
as the flames took them,

knowing as they shed
their female 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 a woman,
who is more than the sum
of her parts.

By Erica Jong

I did a lot of painting on this but also a lot of photo-manipulation so that is why I decided to put it in this category.
Credits below:

Model: Angelles LaVeau
Photographer: Julia Ray

Background: #resurgere
Brushes: Hair - !flordelys
`spiritsighs
Fractal- ~BlackMaterial