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.”

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.

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“She fell,” he said, smiling.

Some hills are just promises dressed in grass. #hayleydavies #jackandjill #darkpoetry #fairytalereimagined #wellwaterandlies”

Since I don’t have the exact text you’re referencing (poem, short story, or script), I’ve created three types of content: a , a poem , and a social media caption . You can use whichever fits your needs. 1. Micro-Fiction (Dark Literary) Title: The Well Runs Deep

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)