Once these eyes are open
and don‘t see you
I have to understand this strange world
all over again.
Once these eyes are moving around
in their leaking holes
they search for blue, yellow and green
finding nothing but red.
Once I am awake
I am breaking apart
learning the truth once again
without you.
Because once I am resting
my soul resets me
and I hunger, yearn and dream
of things long lost.
„I am a witch.
I don‘t accept the things the way they are.
I would rather tear myself apart.“
My witch is with me while sitting in my glass cube and walking on lines taped up for me, and also while later I am resting on a bench next to my „happy“-field where someone once came back to me, and she does not wonder how after all this time without being touched the last time still hurts.
She knows.
Mistress witch writes 