Ethel Hallow - Worst Witch

Every chink in my armour

Every awkward behaviour

Every facet remembered

With clinical precision

Pulling threads to unravel

Draw attention to my

Many shortcomings

And proudly mocking

I knew the lamb

Beneath the wolf

The source of all the cruelty

And felt sorry

I lacked the malice

To turn those words

Into weapons

And why would I?

I had no idea

How hurt one must be

To bottle up the anger

And turn it on the weak