Exodus 22:18
“thou shalt not suffer a witch to live”

it comes as a relief.
the long trudge,
feet sliding in sand,
ropes chafing necks.
then more ropes,
tied wrists, ankles,
looped round wood,
my new spine.
i droop slightly,
knots hold me up.
whispers which
have followed me
for weeks now
escalate to shouts,
screams. eyes
which avoided mine
glued to me, fixed
on my humiliation.
twigs snap under feet,
begin to crackle.
this is a purging,
a purification.