Poem: "Her Kind" by Anne Sexton

I have gone out, a possessed witch,   

haunting the black air, braver at night;   

dreaming evil, I have done my hitch   

over the plain houses, light by light:   

lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.   

A woman like that is not a woman, quite.   

I have been her kind.

Anne Sexton. (1981). "Her Kind" from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton. (Boston: Houghton Mifflin).

Full poem here.