The Witching Hour

re | day 31 | freewrite

the winds murmur high and low
"She's a witch" they cry
though the mother storms and rages
lost in the sting of youth
sneaking away with her love at night
a destiny to explore
night after night
he'd show her what she wanted to see
scenes from legend, loved as life
six years pass, plus six years more
to separate her soul from her body
her mind was
a pile of trinkets that shined
unwanted and left behind
out of her pocket, she pulls a gun
grey fills the air, soft and slow
abandoned and cold
so-called lover gone forevermore
an eternal weight
hours and days
exhaling fumes, smoke and ash
rolling over in bed
whispering under bated breath
she wished
for new radiance to arise for a night
while lighting a cigarette that burns

• • •
do these lines sound familiar?
re - read the collection
to find them all

I want to take this moment to thank everyone who has helped me with this challenge over the past 31 days-
Whether is be pushing me though writers block, giving me prompts or synonyms, or out just keeping me company while I get frustrated over rhyme schemes.

I'm especially thankful for my fellow campers, who have been unbelievably supportive throughout this whole process, helping all of us grow as writers, and grow our friendships.