Her name was forgotten.
She was a sea-witch, and because of that, a hermit. Her customers did not stay long, and spoke only hushed words, unease. Her voice was rusty from disuse: any questions in those short visits were left unasked, so she left them unanswered. She did not leave her cave. She did not feel warmth on her skin.
Her face was hidden.
Tangled, limp once-beautiful hair covered her eyes and their heavy lids, their drooping bags. Her grey-green skin was salt-stained, draped like seaweed over her bones. She looked dead, except for her hands, and they looked worse--their long fingers grasping even at rest. Molten potion's bubbles ha
Considering I just uploaded some stuff, but I'm moving! To ~ragebutton (https://www.deviantart.com/ragebutton). I really hate this account name, since, you know, I made it when I was thirteen. Just as a head's up!
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BARBARA ANN, TAKE MY HAND
BARBARA ANNNN.
YOU GOT ME ROCKIN' AND A ROLLIN',
ROCKIN' AND A REELIN'
BARBARA ANN
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last night i dreamed i was in the old house, in virginia, and i had a pet snake. ~Chrisalee (https://www.deviantart.com/chrisalee) had pet frogs. both otto and stubby were there but ebony wasn't. also there was a hamster. i kept forgetting to feed my snake with the crickets because they were all in the other room...weird