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She finds him, where the ground bleeds fire, heat spilling like blood, echoes of a swan song fading, the last man, ash in hand, fear in throat. She laughs, in cackles like breaking glass, like glaciers snapping in the dark- come closer, closer, closer still- She shows him the spells, the ones burning holes in the sky, how to boil oceans to bone, choke forests on last breaths- power was never magic, but choices cast, and they learned to seize smoke from oil, plastic from sea, life to ash She trembles, teeth clattering like ice under the breaking of spells past rot, polar molars guiding his fingers to the **** feel that? it’s the heartbeat slowing feel that? the last spell I have cast feel that? but you, you can still do something One last spell to learn- It won’t come easy, it won’t cast quick. She teaches him to pull fire from air, how to breathe it to life in the ruins of cracks, planting seeds of hope- this was their doing, their undoing but you, you can choose to be different, to be the spark that doesn’t catch, or- you can watch like they did, as the world burns without you He closes his eyes, the last man on earth- & casts.
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Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:49 AM UTC
The last witch on earth
She finds him, where the ground bleeds fire, heat spilling like blood, echoes of a swan song fading, the last man, ash in hand, fear in throat. She laughs, in cackles like breaking glass, like glaciers snapping in the dark- come closer, closer, closer still- She shows him the spells, the ones burning holes in the sky, how to boil oceans to bone, choke forests on last breaths- power was never magic, but choices cast, and they learned to seize smoke from oil, plastic from sea, life to ash She trembles, teeth clattering like ice under the breaking of spells past rot, polar molars guiding his fingers to the **** feel that? it’s the heartbeat slowing feel that? the last spell I have cast feel that? but you, you can still do something One last spell to learn- It won’t come easy, it won’t cast quick. She teaches him to pull fire from air, how to breathe it to life in the ruins of cracks, planting seeds of hope- this was their doing, their undoing but you, you can choose to be different, to be the spark that doesn’t catch, or- you can watch like they did, as the world burns without you He closes his eyes, the last man on earth- & casts.
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colegall95
29/M/Ohio
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 8:49 AM UTC
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