I wish I could wear my skin for you
I don‘t know how to wear it on my own.
I don‘t even have a skin
because you never touched it
I wish I had no lungs to breathe
no voice to scream
and I wish I had no heart to feel
no head to dream
and store images, scents and melodies
of older and of better days.
I wish I could wear my skin for you
I don‘t know how to wear it on my own.
„I wish I could wear this skin for you“, I whisper into the corn field having grown high enough to hide August’s blue moon from me and making me yearn for colorful autumn days.
At least my witch won‘t leave me until I can keep my skin intact.
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 