Summary: Written for Jezri’s Nightmares 55 Word Challenge : Week 16. Prompt was this photo of a gothic Alice holding a red potion that said ‘Love Me’. Story did not place.
It’s love distilled, congealed, fermented into a pulsing heat that sings of all the forgotten birthdays, unanswered tears and gut-wrenching loss that coats her childhood. A hollow echo of her mother’s heartbeat to burn away the dark.
It tastes like ashes and graveyard dust, layering false memories of what could have been.
But it’s enough.