Some hills are just promises dressed in grass. #hayleydavies #jackandjill #darkpoetry #fairytalereimagined #wellwaterandlies”
I looked into the well. Jill was not at the bottom. She was climbing back up, one hand bloody, the other holding something wet and shining. jackandjill hayley davies
She pulls up darkness, not clear springs — A handful of teeth, a nest of strings. Jack laughs. “That’s not the deal.” Jill says, “Neither was this hill.” Some hills are just promises dressed in grass
They told us it was just a hill. A nursery rhyme. A warning about fetch-quests and cracked crowns. one hand bloody
“She fell,” he said, smiling.