I am picking up the shards
to put them back together.
But to have those shards
things have to break,
and breaking isn’t fair.
Surviving isn’t fair
but has to be done
for now.
Even when brokenly bleeding
and bleedingly broken
I am still here
although some of the pieces
have lost what held them
together once
and are looking for
new places to go.
„Witches transform“, I am repeating words of my witch. „By putting things back together and letting them be something they weren‘t before.“
Layla would be proud of me, but she left me alone tonight and took the wine with her.
She says I have to survive on my own for once to write her novel.
Mistress witch writes 