I bought a dress today.
It is a pretty dress,
except for the shoulders.
What do women need them for?
Those shoulders and those arms?
To lift things up?
My pretty new dress
keeps me from using
those shoulders and those arms.
Where is my prince?
Once I‘ve heard
that pretty girls do get a prince for this.
But I forgot,
I do have shoulders
and those arms!
I am a witch.
We do not get a prince.
Well then.
Where is my…
… executioner
… undertaker
… plague doctor
… or whatever cursed shadow might lift the weight of this soul?
„Coffee break“, Layla giggled into our bottle of wine. „Between dead bodies and lost hope.“
Cheers.
Mistress witch writes 