Sabrinathehungrywitch |link| Review

It tasted like dirt.

Outside, the swamp stirred. Inside, the cauldron cooled. sabrinathehungrywitch

For the first time in years, she wept. Not tears. Ash. Gray and dry, crumbling on her cheeks. It tasted like dirt

Sabrina the Hungry Witch did not become good that night. She did not become kind. But she became still . It tasted like dirt. Outside

She lifted it to her lips. Bit down.

It tasted like dirt.

Outside, the swamp stirred. Inside, the cauldron cooled.

For the first time in years, she wept. Not tears. Ash. Gray and dry, crumbling on her cheeks.

Sabrina the Hungry Witch did not become good that night. She did not become kind. But she became still .

She lifted it to her lips. Bit down.