Tale about being seen

If you cannot see her
see her as the one you seek
see her as the one she is
then burn her
please burn with her
because she cannot drown again
she cannot drown alone.
You never really saw her
saw her as how soft she was
saw her fragile in those hands of yours
so burn her
please burn with her
because she cannot drown again
she cannot drown alone, again.

Putting on a face can be the hardest thing ever.

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…

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About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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