The Black Witch
The wind blows my thoughts away. On the outskirts of my house in the greenery of the
forest, I spot a women. She wears a cape of the thickest black. Her nails longer then most
her eyes piercing into my soul. I find myself falling back word as my knees start to
quiver. My head throbs with pain . I don't know where I am it seems a blur. As I sit up I
see her once again walking toward my peaceful home . I find myself scurrying to lock my
door at last my heart feels safe . The black witch didn't get me , or did she!.
Copyright © Kayla Potts | Year Posted 2011
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