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.
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 