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.
Unloved tale
OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:”I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhen…
Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!
Intrigued. And quite as bit terrified.Those were the exact same words I got as feedback from my friends whom I’d recently handed the first pages of the witching novel to. Seems like I’ve accomplished my task, right? I’m the haunted girl scaring all her friends!No, but really. It felt as if I was understood through…
Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were…
Mistress witch writes 