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.
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 