Jackandjill Hayley Davies < REAL ✔ >

Jack touched her broken crown. “I know.”

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.

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) jackandjill hayley davies

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

Jill went up first, her bucket gleaming like a dare. I waited at the bottom, counting her footsteps. When she screamed, I ran. But Jack was already there, holding the rope, looking down into the dark. Jack touched her broken crown

Up the green slab, two shadows crawl, Jack with his swagger, Jill with her gall. He says fetch , she says fine , He says the water tastes like mine .

She pulls up darkness, not clear springs — A handful of teeth, a nest of strings. Jack laughs. “That’s not the deal.” Jill says, “Neither was this hill.” He tumbles first (or so they’ll write), But

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.