I want to make you hide inside my cupboard
You know, just things that lovers do.
I want to make you
breathe in deeper
make you shiver
think about leaving
but never do so.
I want to make you melt,
and leave a stain,
a scent all over me,
just things that lovers do.
But all I ever do
is things that women with needles do.
Pretending there is nothing to hide
while cleaning the stain
and losing the scent
and cutting through skin
when the feeling was wasted
but the heart is still beating.
I want to make you do these things that lovers do,
but all I ever do is these things that women with needles do.
Why I am not a nice girl
I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more often…
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wanted…
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring the…
Mistress witch writes 
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