Broomsticks

Brooms, mop, rake, shovel handle, acrylic paint, glitter, wax, candles, ash from various text on identifying witches, string on a deconstructed hairnet.

Her hair net spun around holds them together in sisterhood.

green is the color of their skin.

they shine and glitter.

Sitting atop ash

the words of long dead witch hunters who’s legacy I burnt beyond legibility.

Cartoon blood-red candles perched precariously, dripping wax

a breath

smoke drifts upward and dissipates

with each return I light the candles

“Bring them rest,” I ask.