One look
and your eyes were on me
were all over me
left a sparkle
and my darkness fell for you.
You looked at me.
At least you looked at me.
Did you look at me and decided against me?
Did you look at me and thought of coming back later?
Did you look at me and did something scare you?
I will never know.
But at least you looked at me,
and my darkness fell for you.
When stuck with questions impossible to ask, my witch needs something sweet, so I bought us crossaint-donuts with rainbow sparkles … and wouldn’t you like to see this?
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 