Yaya

witches! I fumbled over my words.  Clawing at the hardwood floor that embraced me. The foot of the large male that had shoved he down was now placed upon the back of my head, stomping my head into the floor. I could feel the bones in my nose breaking, crushing like a timbrel cart crushes eggs. I would not give them the satisfaction of crying. I wouldn't give in to their punishment for being who I am.


"Like hell you aren't a witch!" One accuser shouted from the darkness. " Elenor said that she witnessed your mother heal her son first hand with no salves in sight!" The woman continued. I winced in pain, listening to the filth that left the accuser's mouth as Beatrice rushed towards me. I reached out to her, clutching onto her slender ankles just as the leader of the mob changed at her with a spear in hand. The iron head of the spear came slamming down into my wrist, my hand falling away from Beatrice's ankle as he slammed her into the wall. I tried to hold in everything that I was feeling in that moment, but the pain was unbearable. I screamed.  I screamed at the top of my lungs, as loud as the roll of thunder.  My father and mother found themselves pushing through to be at my side as my grandfather pushed through to pull Beatrice away from harms grasp. But it was too late. The fiery headed male had unsheathed the spear from my flesh and had now thrusted it within the silken flesh of Beatrice's neck. The farmer that we had supplied with medication dared to step foot into out home, lacing the place with gasoline and explosive oils. The crowd behind him chanting to kill us with fire as my grandfather was attacked close by. This will not be the end of us, for we are the voices that would not be left unheard.

The mob of men and women made their exit from our home, but not before they all tossed their torches onto the gasoline lines that crossed paths with spilled oil. Flames around us roared like lions for their prey, approaching us faster than the rolling seasons bring the hour of fate to those we love. I could feel the flesh peeling from my bones as the flames swarmed around me, but I some how found the strength to speak one more thing to the people that had betrayed us. Standing to my feet, my dress was engulfed in fire, the bones of my fingers exposed as I reached out for them.


"To betray the people that kept you all well and healthy,to burn us and murder us at the hands of bigotry is not only a sin, but a crime. You haven't seen the last of us. For we will rise from the ground like feather’d mercury. Vengeance will always be ours." I breathed out, my eyeballs now pooling from within the sockets whilst the charred fabric fell away from my body. I would have my revenge. I would curse them and everything that they loved.