Her heart did not believe in the earth to still be there tomorrow.
So she ran too fast.
She missed her step, and broke her legs.
The aching heart never believed in the air to be enough for more than a night.
So she swallowed it all.
She sighed in too deeply, and coughed out her soul.
The witching heart knew that the sun was going to die.
So she stared at her love.
Forcing eyes open, until they went dry.
Her lover knew darkness, and had survived it
They needed to trust in the earth beneath their feat.
And in the sun to shine.
And in the air to breathe.
“You’re lack of faith is hurting me!”
And so they left to return on day the witch was not able to believe would ever come.
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