Bury Her
Bury her.
Bury her deep in the ground and seal her up forever. Build a wall around her so that her evil cannot seep out and infect those we love. They lie sleeping around her, waiting for the last trump of the archangel to wake them, that they may rise again. She will not rise, she must not rise, she must sleep forever.
For she is woman, she bleeds, and her blood infects us all.
It corrupts, it tempts, it twists our minds, and she must be purged from us.
There are so many words for her; bitch, whore, slag, harlot…but we shall call her witch. For she must be magical, nothing human could twist us so. Nothing human could take our hearts and bend them to her will so easily. Nothing human could so utterly enslave us, so completely tame us.
We are men, we are power and control. We are men, we will not fear her. We are men, we will kill to be free.
We saw her, we know what she did, or, at least, we were told, and that is good enough, Rumour may convict. Rumour must convict the witch.
Bury her.
Bury her deep.
Build a wall around her.
For she bleeds.
I know how you feel.
There’s a timelessness to this one that somehow makes it all the more disturbing.
I shed a tear when I read this, but not from my eyes.
Wow, this is powerful. I know you were worried the reader might think you were expressing personal opinions, but this is obviously an excellent example of social satire in the manner of Jonathan Swift’s “A Modest Proposal.”
It reflects the anger I feel when I read about how women have been treated in the past.
This also is perfect for the actual story behind the “witch’s grave” picture of the week.
It took a lot of courage to present a pure social satire; you actually have to be strongly of the opposite opinion to make it work.
This is a unique and excellent read!
bingo. the exact sentiments that killed the woman in this grave…how sad… how tragic… how woefully active even today.
Paty