waterwitchesmovingstone:

waterwitchesmovingstone:

I sit in autumn. 

I feel my energies rise in a clever and fickle touch.

A curse is in my lungs like ammunition

and I put my plants to sleep.

Winter enraptures me in a cloak of distance and clarity. 

I craft a sword 

to fight lying angels. 

I bottle up the gravitating darkness within. 

Spring surprises me.

Despair melts into a puddle I gaze within

to see hope.

I put a glamour on my tongue.

It is a wish, a whisper of life. 

I find my feet in summer.

It grabs me and begs of me 

to notice the sun when summer is gone.

I prick my finger and bleed into it’s hot palm. 

I promise to try. 

@witchofkeys

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