Oh my shadow!

„With my shadow,
oh my shadow“, my witch whispers.

It‘s not enough,
it was always
too short and too early
to break apart
with words and thoughts
still unspoken.

Just once
one more time
his eyes on me
instead of nights
empty and full
of ice cream
and wine.

In moments like this
the world is leaking
is wounded
is sore.

Published by Mistress Witch writes

About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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