Witches either drown or burn.
There rarely ever is something in between.
A witch has the most vivid dreams and burns up in passion powerful enough to embrace the whole universe with its flames. A witch easily lives too much, and therefore has to be purged of all those dreams that took over her soul and threaten to leak out of her eyes to infect the world.
This is when witches drown.
Their body scarred by intensity is put into the sea so pure that it rejects them, until the body is finally given to the flames.
„It says here that witches were believed to be mostly female“, I say to Layla, as we get lost in old books again, to keep us busy through nights of Dystopia. „Because the female body had … more fluids?“
Layla laughed her wine laughter. „Sure. Just think of the mess you make once a month, or while breading.”
Yes, this made perfect sense. The only thing missing in this equation were the stars and planets in the sky, effecting fluids more than solid ones.
„Whenever the Mistress was not satisfied, the rest of the universe was to blame, never her Master“, Layla added and we both laughed with so much passion, it threatened to drown us soon again.
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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