7/7/2018 0 Comments Cave witchA Story There was once a horrible woman. She did horrible things. Luring children with strange gifts squishy, cuddly and some with wings. Living in a cave lit with fire flies and quartz, silver walls shimmered against streams. Stalactites in milky bronze, sparkling needles on her ceiling. Roots slithered into her steps, climbing up when she walked. Injecting through her skin wet yellow veins dancing up. Gruesomely escaping from her warty chin with a pop. Snapping her paws the entrance disappeared shut. Camouflaged thicket of reeds clouded them lost. Bodies huddled into a corner they noticed she had no eyes.
“Are you a witch mother?” last words before their doom. “Many names upon me children. One too many a moon.” Tossing seed, soil and herbs to her mortar, fist morphed to marble pestle. She grinded a mixture which she then chewed, “Goddess, Mother, Monster, Demon to Queen.” The words echoing with a slue. Convulsing, gagging and spazzing she spat out luminous pink goo. Sprouting Poppy’s, Arum lily’s and Pansy’s irresistibly scented, radiating the room. Tempting out her guests from the corner, oculists wide with pupils swelled. On their fours they chugged and chuffed, lining up to follow next. Under her spell they went, dropping on to their chest. Arms matting to sides, wiggle and wobble they meshed. Bodies tubular they combined, making a segmented worming cylinder, to her impress. Puce toned, it gobbled up the plants, squirming to where she went. “My beauty, my pretty, from children I’ve wove. Rest with me, cuddle to me, accompany my goals. You may swim. You may eat. Play inside, when it is too cold. But if you dare leave me, they will kill thee and lonely again I will woe. To collect a new set, churn potions pure? Tasks so dreary many years to form. So stay always here. Be close my little dear, for one day I will need you to fly.”
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