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Witch

They call me ugly because I am different. They call me dangerous because I am wise.

You begged me for fire. How could I refuse, you with your mother’s blessing and a woman’s smile? I gave what I could.

I would have loved you, my beauty, had you stayed.


Lilith

Her kisses are light: all heat and smoke. She trails them like promises across my skin, each one an ember that quickly turns to ash. She is a candle, a hearth fire, a beacon; I am the one who burns.


Incorporeal

I want to wake up with your handprint on my hip and your perfume in my hair. I want to be haunted by your touch. Every breath of wind could be an unexpected caress: phantom kisses against my skin.


Grief

I don’t know how to parent through this.
Like, there is still homework.
And dinner.


Loss

Sometimes, we forget our words. Sometimes, we don’t remember how to mourn. Silence stands between us, a leviathan of unspoken grief. We linger in its shadow, waiting for the delicate whisper of rain.