candles
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The witching hour belongs less to monsters than to women who learned to carry their own light through every shadow.
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At 3:33, cold coffee, a staring cat, and a candle with no breeze make inspiration feel suspiciously close to haunting.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
The witching hour belongs less to monsters than to women who learned to carry their own light through every shadow.
At 3:33, cold coffee, a staring cat, and a candle with no breeze make inspiration feel suspiciously close to haunting.