Sabrinathehungrywitch

And beneath the dirt—like a seed remembering the sun—it tasted like beginning.

She simply listened to it.

And Sabrina—for the first time in her long, devouring life—did not cast a spell to fill the silence. sabrinathehungrywitch

“I don’t remember,” she whispered. And beneath the dirt—like a seed remembering the

“What are you hungry for ?”