This is what I know:
my name is Whimsy & magic is real-
a fine glitter hovering in the air
It doesn’t matter that most can’t see the energy (the ashe)
like a woven spell stringing through & connecting all things.
It doesn’t matter that some don’t believe in magic,
they still inhale it.
They are still part of the plucked heart-thrum of life.
the non-magical look & look & don’t see
Still, there are things that cross magic lines.
Sadness can seep into anything, even trees
especially the weeds — perhaps (even)
“Three little girls all eating things they weren’t supposed to eat. Three little girls all eating things in order to fill their bodies with something other than the anger, the rage, that would otherwise consume them.”
Hey hey all!
HIYA!! makes ghostly noises
People who turned into monsters so strong.. you better hope you can hide.