„You put this skin back into place.“
Under a full moon in spring,
with a song echoing through a night
ending with a purple sky
Hands found skin
found this skin that was holding
something that was ill shaped.
This skin was stretched too far
and almost ripped apart
Until there were these hands
to hold it
and to cover all it‘s holes
for it to finally reshape
and remember all the other things
it once held inside.
„You out this skin back into place“, a witch wants to whisper into ears hiding under wild hair for eyes to have an even wilder stare through those curls and into the darkness.
A witch with no regrets
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Mistress witch writes 
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