Dreams tainted in blood,
having become a shadow on an empty wall to stare at,
embracing the echo of a sparkle having died within a lost moment in time.
Just let it drown.
Hidden deep inside,
the part with all the warmth and the oh!-so beating heart,
that urges to wake up and fight for things so close to the soul leaking out into a world gone cold.
Let it drown.
Some things have to be silenced,
and disappear into the sea of gray that once had been full of a purple sparkle,
and break itself into
a thousand unheard frequencies.
For otherwise
this body will break and the skin will rip apart and tell
that nothing is ever left,
of all the tales that could have been,
of all the things that never were,
I need another witching dream.
Unloved tale
OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:”I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhen…
Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!
Intrigued. And quite as bit terrified.Those were the exact same words I got as feedback from my friends whom I’d recently handed the first pages of the witching novel to. Seems like I’ve accomplished my task, right? I’m the haunted girl scaring all her friends!No, but really. It felt as if I was understood through…
Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were…
Mistress witch writes 
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