A Lullaby for Witches

by Hester Fox

Though soon enough I would learn that love was not the tranquil stream I had thought, but a violent torrent of a river, one that could pull me under completely.

Either way, it was lonely to lie so close next to someone, yet feel so very far away.

This is what it is to be truly alive. A body on its own is just a vessel, but a body infused with love is to taste all the universe has to offer.

But a tarnished memory was better than none at all, and even a clouded and cracked mirror would still shine when held to the light.