Why is everything I want to be so far away
from what I turn into?
Why does my body and my skin freeze
when I want to keep breathing?
Why is everything so dark and cold
whenever I feel like burning?
Why does my skin bleed
where it misses to be touched?
Why do I need
Ice cream and wine
and Vanilla and candles
and a flower patch in the rain
and strawberries and cream at midnight
to summon a version of me
which survives?
„Why is tricking reality so tough?“, I ask my witch as I swallow another midnight snack which tonight lays tasteless on my tongue.
„Because sometimes reality comes through and reminds you how much it still sucks“, Layla responds and disappears into the garden to find the right tea leaves for this night.
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 