I am the woman who disappeared into the mist in her last life,
The one who ran off the lip of the cliff,
And whose body was never found at the bottom,
They call me witch, with a hiss.
They nudge me towards damnation,
And I go with long strides,
And a smile,
For hell is but a home,
For a woman born of fire.
By Kate Simpson
*This was originally published in the ‘Tertangala: Horror Issue’ (2023)