Drowning

How come, he was the one to let me drown?

How come, he was the one to push?
Did he? No, he just left.
How come, he was the one to leave?

He had left, and the blood inside this veins was dry.
And as you know, witches have transformed themselves into something from beyond.
The moment this blood was dry, the veins collapsed, and this witch was drowning.

He had pushed.
He had left.
He had let the witch drown.

How come, he was the one?

Published by Mistress Witch writes

About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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