Human spell

Feel the world,
And fight back when beaten
Have eyes open
To mourn when there’s loss
Dare to cry tears most honest
And be loud when unwanted
Be there
And never forget
To be human.

My witch sighs. “Being human sounds exhausting. How kind of them to expell me from it.” And she has a desperate giggle.

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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