- Flux Magazine
"The Witch" by Amanda Pape
A creature calls out in the night
Within this form of female flesh
And outside
In the rains gurgling language
On the tide of autumn’s languished,
Chromatic funeral procession
The eventide spirits utter primordial chants
I turn my face into the wind
Here it comes
Down from the mountains and meadows
Who claimed my heritage
Spoke my sacred name
They said, “return and render”
Summoning the echoes of a
Viridescent sighing
Within me, It weaves
And unfurls
In crude tones
I am conjured
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