~repack~ — Jackandjill Hayley Davies

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Jill went up first, her bucket gleaming like a dare. I waited at the bottom, counting her footsteps. When she screamed, I ran. But Jack was already there, holding the rope, looking down into the dark. jackandjill hayley davies

The hill is a tongue, the well is a throat, They lower the bucket on a braided coat. Jack counts seconds, Jill counts lies, Something bubbles, something sighs. Here is original content based on — a

He tumbles first (or so they’ll write), But Jill saw stars turn left that night. The crown she cracked? She wears it still. Jack fetched his ending. Jill fetched the hill. Caption: “Jack fetched a broken crown. Jill fetched the truth at the bottom of the well. 🌑🥀 — Hayley Davies, Jack and Jill (but not the one you remember) When she screamed, I ran

But Jack never fetched water. He fetched secrets.

“It’s not water down there,” she whispered when she reached the top.

And that’s when I realized: Jack didn’t push her. He showed her what was underneath. And now she’ll never leave the hill again. The Pail and the Promise