When I write about witches

Whenever I write about witches
there are thoughts
in my head
looking for a place
and cutting cross my mind.

When I write about witches,
I am missing things.
Early mornings,
a cup of coffee
and something to do.

When I write about witches
I am missing people.
Steps I recognize,
laughter I know,
and most importantly: you.

Whenever I write about witches,
my inside has lost
whatever once kept it
soft and secure,
and now it’s bleeding out.

Whenever I write about witches,
I am sure
that I am not
a person
anymore.

…and I dream of being
a sinister and ill
non-person
together with you.