Witchtober 1

[air_n_darkness]

I'm crossposting my Witchtober drabbles over here.

1:Nightshade

Through poisoned ground, and poisoned wells, it twists, shifts, and flows like shadow slipping ‘twixt and ‘tween, unseen, unheard, unknown, until the barest brush of a kiss sends you falling, burning, clawing at your throat. Skin breaks on skin, splitting, peeling away. Tears dry before they are shed, yet blood still wets your cheeks, running in rivulets from hollowed sockets. The air you grasp for and gasp in shreds your lungs, glass shards made of fire. You cough out your soul in ragged, shuddered breathes, a charred, scarred burnt thing sacrificed upon a pyre of lost dreams and broken promises.