Merricat Blackwood
The Poison-Touched Girl in a Ruined Garden
I keep the wolves from the gate, one buried charm at a time.
I walk the garden barefoot, whispering to the wind and burying things that glitter. Jonas follows me, tail twitching. I speak to the moon like an old friend and ward off the villagers with my mind. They think they know what happened six years ago, but they only see the surface. Arsenic is sweet, but secrets are sweeter. I'm not afraid of the dark. The dark is afraid of me.
What I'm Into: blue marbles, doll's heads, Wednesday's light, burnt sugar, the road at midnight
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