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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