Witching Moon

by Poppy Woods

The crisp air biting at my cheeks, a nice warm mug of coffee or hot cocoa, fuzzy pants, and a big moon to listen to all my problems.

People say the Moon can hear your troubles, and its spirit will calm you and ease any trouble you might have.

“I guess you can mourn people even when they’re alive,”

“If you loved her as much as you think you did, you would have tried. If she loved you as much as she said, she wouldn’t have put you in the position to have to. Sometimes, things just aren’t meant to be.”

sleepy little coven-town of Waitsfield, Vermont,

If there was anything I’d learned over the years about relationships—with significant others or family—it was that toxicity could twist you into someone you’re not. It’s hard to see it happening in the moment, but one day you look back and don’t recognize the person you are compared to who you were when you started out.

I wonder for a moment if the answers I need are out there somewhere in the universe where I can’t reach.

I’m just tired. Bone deep tired. The kind of tired sleep can’t fix.

Nighttime has always pulled at something deep inside my bones, like what little magic resides inside me recognizes something equally ancient in the darkness.

“Your worth isn’t determined by those around you.”

This amount of fuckery requires wine. Lots of wine.

best line ever!

There’s a reason that humans call it ‘making love’, or at least they used to. It’s because two people create something when they join together, whether they mean to or not. That’s magic.”

Forgive them, but live your life thoroughly.