three_pictures
raze a daguerreotype camera
lets you stare into
her segmented soul.

her stance and
the slant of her
smile are the same
in every exposure.

only the subtitles
for the silent film
they form see fit
to unfold in a way
that promises
more_than_nothing.

first:

"i am a witch."

then:

"i am a witch.
hear me roar."

after the noise dies
down, the truth of
what she longs for
seeps through the
spell she's cast:

"i am a witch.
take_me_home."

smoke curls from
the cauldron of
her desperate
signal fire.

do you answer
the call or
burn her at
the stake? 		260503
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