If she believed in magic,

she knew she’d be alright.

She could smile in the face

of swirling shadows

that barred their sharp, rotting teeth.

She could open her lips

and murmur spells

that drew out the light from the dark.

But it was so hard to believe

when the only light she could sense

lived deep within her chest

and it was frail.

Everyday

Slowly

Fading

away

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