Be quiet, little one,
it’s best not to let the mirrors hear you stir
stay under the covers
never look at your reflection in the dark
salt comes from fairies
and ghosts keep you warm
a blackened pot means danger
freckles are tokens of luck
remember all I’ve taught you
when the night turns me to dust.
Isabela Sanderson (she/her) is a MFA candidate at San Diego State University in the Fiction Writing program. She was born and raised in Rhode Island in a haunted swamp and is a lover of all things witchy, weird, and whimsical. She tends to write that way too. She misses the swamp everyday and lives in San Diego with her cat, Mojo.
