_best_ | Jackandjill Hayley Davies

I looked into the well. Jill was not at the bottom. She was climbing back up, one hand bloody, the other holding something wet and shining.

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. I looked into the well

He tumbles first (or so they’ll write), But Jill saw stars turn left that night. The crown she cracked? She wears it still. Jack fetched his ending. Jill fetched the hill. Caption: “Jack fetched a broken crown. Jill fetched the truth at the bottom of the well. 🌑🥀 — Hayley Davies, Jack and Jill (but not the one you remember) The hill is a tongue, the well is

But Jack never fetched water. He fetched secrets.

They told us it was just a hill. A nursery rhyme. A warning about fetch-quests and cracked crowns.