“There is a way to cure hysteria, you know?”

„Something has been lost“, I say to m witch. „It has always been invisible, but was still there, and now it‘s gone.“

„And how do you know it‘s gone?“, Layla asks.

„I feel it.“

Just stop feeling,
stop feeling it.

It is invisible
It is in this mind
in this head
this chest
It makes the heart beat,
upsets the blood
and makes this skin
blush and burn
or break and tell.

“There is a way to cure hysteria, you know?”, I say and for the first time feel my throat releasing Layla’s witching giggle properly.

You cannot see it,
can only feel it.

Just stop feeling it.
Stop feeling things you cannot see.

Ignore the heart that races
the blood that cooks
the skin that burns

Best remove it
cut if off
and carry the wound
for it is visible
So much more visible
than thoughts and dreams.

Cut the skin that desires the touch
and provides the sparkle
and makes you shiver
in the passion of violet memories.

Just cut it.

„I am very certain there are different ways to make it seen“, Layla giggled into our bottle of wine. „Ways that leave you whole. At least a little bit.“