VAGINA TREE
“Witches!”, they called us.
We were brave, we were free.
“Witches!”, they stalked us.
“Burn in flames! Never flee!”
From the embers that remained,
From the splinters, blood and breeze.
May we cast our spell,
Beyond mountains, lakes and seas.
So when you go for a walk
Through the forest down the hill
Resurrecting from the logs
you will find us. Time to freak!
Words by Sol Fauquier
Photography by Jessica Polar
