„I want to live so much, it makes me want to die“, I tell my witch as we sit on a field covered in dust on the longest evening of the year.
I want
the rain to touch my soul
the lights to burn my thoughts
and dreams to escape into beyond.
I want
to live to taste your lips
like strawberries and cream at night
and a sparkle on our skin.
Sometimes
I want death to touch me
only gentle for a second
so that I will breathe in deeper.
I am a witch.
I close my eyes
and scream on the inside.
But at least I am still screaming.
„That‘s a thing about losing your hold in this world for a moment of Dystopia“, my witch responds. „It might feel so intense, you never want to find something to hold you back again.”
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