All I wanted to be
was not wrapped into skin
and flooded in blood
but having a sparkle
all of over me.
All I ever wanted to be
was her
who I have in mind
when your touch
has skin and blood on fire.
All I ever wanted to be
was not screaming instead of breathing
in blood tainted sheets
with the dream of life
choking inside.
Those were the words of my witch when having a body was unfair.
When it was unfair to have developed the need for touch, for love, for a certain taste in your tongue, only to live without it, because the world has gone mad.
„Having a body is unfair without you making love to it“, my witch would have whispered into one of those nights that could have been her last.
Why I am not a nice girl
I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more often…
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wanted…
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring the…
Mistress witch writes 