A witch is not easy to get rid of.
They cling to life with the persistence of all the joy their demonic lover ever offered them.
There are gruesome tales about people only hanging their witches, and burrying them outside their city walls, only to find them roaming the forest at night. A poor soul had to be send to dig them up once more and cut off their legs, and if even that did not help, the grave had to be opened up even once more to remove the head and pray that she may not ever be seen in the shadows again.
The only way to ever kill a witch is to not spare their body any pain at all and let it vanish in the flames, for it has felt things not meant to be in this world and was made of poisened flesh.
My witch giggled and I had to repeat her voice in my head. „What do you mean, they were roaming the forest at night …?“
And Layla shrugged amused. „Just things terrified people see at night that cause them doing desperate shit the next day.“
Without those, history would be boring, right?
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
