To every witching heart there is a someone that it is loving more than it should.
A someone it is opening up to, it is letting see its shadows.
And this someone will ask a lot of it, even more than the witching heart can bare, for all the best reasons.
This someone will constantly remind the shadows of how they came to be.
This someone will be a loving hand around the throat the witching heart lies underneath and once this someone will let go, the witch will breathe in deeper than ever before and this someone will understand as no one ever has.
To every witching heart there is someone who knows its darkness and shares its scars.
Pursuing this someone will cause the next wound to shape the bleeding witching heart.
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 