Texture: Woodglue sequin bomb + bubble sequin topper
Scent: strawberry, blackberry, burning embers, violet petals, pink pepper
Did you tumble through the splintered door
and stumble to the glade,
only to turn and find the woods
had swallowed where you strayed?
Did the rattling doorknob fade to moss,
the mirror turn to stone,
leaving you out in the creeping dark
to wonder what you'd known?
So if you’re sitting by a campfire
and the flame turns into blue,
and you hear an oar dip in the river
where a ghost rows for you
If an old witch pours her cider,
if a shattered crust gives way,
and wings erupt to chase the dark
before the break of day
Remember what the elders said
before they passed from view:
Some stories are only stories.
Until the story finds you.
