Witches in the Air

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They tell me that there are witches in the air

You can see them when day seeps to night

And their silhouettes prowl the walls

“Sapphire,” others say to me, “stay inside, shut the door.”

And I obey, but the witches linger in my mind

Slipping around corners, robes trailing the stars

Their eyes dazzle and beckon

And I watch, envious, for they are free

And I am not

Until one night, I step out into the humid dusk

Tip-toe across the road until I fade into

The night, finally with the witches