BURN THE WITCH!

I cant't stand the heat
and discomfort arises
when I feel the lack of air...

I remember the stake...
their cheering
and feeding on death.

I remember the fires
consuming my body...
I remember the heat
and scorching flesh.
The smell of death,
resistance and fear...

I remember the anger,
the feeling of injustice
and certain satisfaction
in my silent disobedience.

I remember fainting
and choking on fumes
then coming back
and collapsing again,

while they entertained
themselves and yelled:
»Burn the witch!«