Some words will never be heard
although there are still lips to form them
and breath to send them out
into a world that will never give them space.
This is when outside this skin is nothing
and the world inside has died
and while inside this silence rages
this skin still stands in spaces it was granted.
And when this skin is broken and keeps bleeding
this body performs honesty
that those words were not allowed to be.
Like an echo caused by silence.
„I hate it that when something terrible is happening it is my job to still be okay“, I say to my witch. Everyone keeps telling me that I have to accept things the way they are and things are killing me.“
Layla opened up the 314th bottle of wine. „We will keep practicing those witching dreams.“
Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!
I wore the same night dress my witch used to wear to get drunk on my windowsill, when I suddenly had an idea at 4 AM. Great ideas always happen at 4 AM, remember? This one however, kept me awake for at least a week, debating it back and forth. At some point my witch…
Why my empathy has limits
“All my life, I have fought for my right to be soft”, I tell my witch as we sit in the garden and watch our strawberries grow. “But now, I’ve found out that my empathy has limits.”And recently, these limits were reached. I recently had to work with a difficult colleague. I assisted a woman…
Visiting a witching place! – The museum for magic, fortune-telling, and witchcraft in Edinburgh!
Let me take you to another witching place!I have found a museum where my witch felt at home, and I want to share this with you. I have recently been to Edinburgh, and of course I had to visit the museum of magic, fortune-telling and witchcraft! To be honest, I did not know what to…
Mistress witch writes 