A Spell on a Witch

The wicked witch of heartbreak slept beside me, in a shared bed; she separated us with a glass wall, pointing out every bad thing about us through cracks while cackling to tears.

I was a backseat driver, racing circles of us together in fields of dreams, making sweaty love in the nude. On her back, her fingers bled from clenching the grass, rolling her eyes hard to orgasm, shattering the guarded wall to shards of forgiveness.

(© 2022 AC)

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