She drank a vile of amortentia. Fell further in love than she had ever imagined possible. The most powerful of all love potions poisoned her from the inside out. It left her mad and half happy most of the time. She left home in search of Nepenthe, the root of forgetfulness in hopes that in blind absence she could find peace again.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair