Within the tower for there was no want for anything but soft gentleness and simple fire.
Muttering, / she handed me / grinning flame. / I did not know / its will.
I would have a word / tucked under my tongue / that would crack a man's bones / until they splintered through flesh.
for every nettled night / there was a bullet of / lipstick blooming
She thinks of / ripe tomatoes on the sill, an oven full of fruit simmering, / a fire on the verge of blaze.
They looked up at her, palms out, mouths stained with chocolate. Behind them, the mailbox stood half-eaten.
The witches warned them that the homeworld had become a wild place, and that the sun and moon had become dim.
Forgiveness is a knife, blunt despite the whetstone.
I am Acorn Kate. I have experience with shapeshifting spells, invisibility spells, faerie lore, seeing in the darkness, and much more. I’m here to break the curse.
I’d like for you to cast an enchantment on me. To other women, I will appear as I am. Ordinary. Human. But to men, I will be hideous. A monster.
They say she could leave a man lifeless, suck him dry of essence. I wonder what it is to know that power.