Spells for Forgetting

by Adrienne Young

For people from the mainland, the old ways had left their families somewhere up the line, untethering itself from them. But it was different on Saoirse. While the outside world was burning their witches, we were here. On the island.

It had never mattered what was said, because we always returned to each other. Like gravity.

“There are spells for breaking and spells for mending. But there are no spells for forgetting,”

There were some things that were a part of you, no matter how badly they hurt.