Some hills are just promises dressed in grass. #hayleydavies #jackandjill #darkpoetry #fairytalereimagined #wellwaterandlies”
The hill is a tongue, the well is a throat, They lower the bucket on a braided coat. Jack counts seconds, Jill counts lies, Something bubbles, something sighs. jackandjill hayley davies
“It’s not water down there,” she whispered when she reached the top. Some hills are just promises dressed in grass