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.
I wish I’d told you all my stories.
I want to tell you all my storiesIt’s not that they would changeIt’s just that I would likeTo see themFormA new expressionOn your face I need to tell you all my storiesI am not sureIf they makeSenseThe way I thoughtThey do. I will tell you all my storiesThey frighten meI’m sure you won’t endureI see…
Dealing with darkness in writing
This spring afternoon is glowing pink and tastes like strong tea. It feels much too familiar, and I begin to open up.I feel far away from myself as I start to talk, to babble on about my novel. About all the things I’ve been reading about in the past 5 years. About the 17th century,…
Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!
I wore the same night dress my witch used to wear to get drunk on my windowsill, when I suddenly had an idea at 4 AM. Great ideas always happen at 4 AM, remember? This one however, kept me awake for at least a week, debating it back and forth. At some point my witch…
Mistress witch writes 