When autumn arrived, I took my witch shopping. We strolled through a city emptied and distanced. We were not distanced. We were close. Really close. When it began to rain, she giggled into my ear, and we got wet.
The lights so beautifully bright, because autumn made them brighter, as every year.
We bought face masks with a kitty face on them, and I was glad to have Layla with me and only with me.
When you take a witch shopping, of course she discovers a lot of transformations that she wants to undergo.
„I wish I‘d had violet hair, when I was sentenced to death“, and she put just another thing into our cart. „Can you pierce my nose?“ And she giggled again. „Hey, when you have to send me back, I will burn instantly, so there is only so much you can damage.“
I hesitated. „I will have to send you back?“
„Is that …?“, Layla had found something else. „Is that …?“
Yes, witches sometimes want to have a penis-shaped lollipop. Why not? Let‘s have violet hair and pierce our nose and lick some sugar.
„I‘ve felt so save in my old life“, I whispered, when we had arrived home, completely wet, of course. I can never feel that save again. Everything inside me screams Dystopia. I want to wear all black again, and tights with holes ripped into them, and I want to cut my hair. I want bangs, these weird, short ones.“
Layla giggled so sweet, and unpacked her sugar.
We began to put the violet dye into our hair, and I burst into tears. „She is dying“, I whispered. „The one that was when he was close. The one that waited inside of me for him to return and love her. She is over.“ I longed for the scissors. „I want to cut my hair. By myself. I want to look just like the lost soul that I am.“
What do you have witches for, if not to get scissors out of your hand? Layla took them.
„Maybe it‘s okay“, she said. „Sometimes, we have to change. Your worlds could still collide. Life is weird.“
„How…“ I sighed. „How can you be sure?“
„My plague doctor came back for me“, she answered, while licking.
„But, he died …“
„Yes, but before that I got to do stuff with him.“
And in this stormy autumn night, hair was dyed, and there were holes made into pieces of skin, but in a happy and sparkling way.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
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