Status Updates From Witchcraft for Wayward Girls

A true witch does not fear change. She is in an eternal state
of revolution.

No one cares what you wish, my dear,” she said. “Isn’t that your
problem? No one cares what any of you wish, or hope, or pray. You speak,
you cry, you scream, you beg, and what good has it done you? Here you
are, hidden away like unflattering photographs in some forgotten drawer,
locked up for doing the most natural thing in the world.

“You renounce God and turn your back on the world of man,” Miss
Parcae said. “And pledge eternal loyalty and obedience to me.”
“Okay,” Fern said, then turned to the other girls, who were staring up at
her. “Well,” she said. “What’s God ever done for us anyway?”

She thought about the Third, selling Rose and Blossom for a check. She
thought about being sent here so she didn’t ruin Guy’s bright future. She
thought about Zinnia’s mom buying that bottle of Lysol and carrying it
home. She thought about Reverend Jerry, waiting for Holly to bring him her
daughter.

“I can’t go back home,” Holly told them. “And I can’t run away
because I don’t have anyplace to go. I like it here because The Reverend
Jerry and my folks aren’t around to tell me what to do, but I know I have to
go back. My cousin died when she had her baby. I’ve been thinking that’s
the best thing that could happen. Me and the baby just die. Then he can’t
hurt us anymore.”

“Lifebuoy,” she said. “I can still taste it. So I told my dad. He gave me a
whipping. Then I told my sister and she told my mom and I got my mouth
washed out again plus another whipping, so after that I stopped telling
people anything.”

I started staying the night at his house when I was eight,” Holly said,
braiding left over center, right over center, left over center, right over center.
“When I got old enough to know that he shouldn’t be doing those things to
me, I told my mom. She said I was making up stories and washed my
mouth out with soap.

Then The Reverend started shining his light on me. He takes
me up to his house for singing lessons four times a week and my mom says
it’s a blessing because I’ve got three brothers and two sisters and she
doesn’t know what to do with us all

Reading a graphic birth scene about two and a half months before I'm due ... THIS IS CHILL - I'M ALL GOOD.