Tea Witch - Fiction
Once upon a time . . . . I was born into a world filled with myths and creatures too fantastic to describe. I longed to have tea with Hecate and fly with massive raven's wings. I learned the word WITCH through books and stories whispered in the winds. And I didn't want to believe any of it. People who met me thought me to be too much for the world and themselves, so they stripped me of myself. For years, I listened to everyone else tell me just who I was and I believed them. They told me I was a plaything, a passing fancy, a being to control. Those who had power tried to break and mold me into their idea of submission. Every time I showed myself, even a hint of it, it was met with curse words and more rules. I wept. I hated. I feared. One day, while sitting in a cluttered room, I heard something whisper to me - who are you? I closed my eyes as I smoked my cigarette and the words came again - who are you? I opened my eyes and answered back - I don't know but I'm wil