Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine! - Margaret Atwood

Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.

When they came to harvest my corpse
(open your mouth, close your eyes)
cut my body from the rope,

surprise, surprise:
I was still alive.

Tough luck, folks,
I know the law:
you can't execute me twice
for the same thing. How nice.

I fell to the clover, breathed it in,
and bared my teeth at them
in a filthy grin.
You can imagine how that went over.

Now I only need to look
out at them through my sky-blue eyes.
They see their own ill will
staring then in the forehead
and turn tail

Before, I was not a witch.
But now I am one.

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.