Witch's house

November 18, 2017

The paint was chipped and faded from years of decay,
She’d never bothered to paint over it,
Or expose herself to vicious world,
She was still cleaning up old potion bottles,
And tattered spell books,

She broke her wand,
And burned her broom flying broom
Sold her clothes,
She threw out black candles,
Broke cursed objects the outsiders couldn't handle,

She would decay alone in that vacant room,
Alone with her cat and the whispered promises of the house






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