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.
What writing in first-person means to me (and my witch)
My nightdress is too short, rain and thunder have scared my cats away, and once again it’s just me and my witch making it through the night together. This is exactly what my radical first-person-rewrite has felt like. Since it has gotten some surprised responses when I shared this sudden change of writing-mind of mine,…
Dystopia being
Dystopia doesn’t change who we are, but this is nothing to find comfort in. When war calls you as a soldier, you’re still a son or a daughter. A mother, father, lover, friend. At least inside, while on the outside, you die a gray face feared and forgotten. When plague locks you away, you’re still…
Busy thoughts of a tired witch
I am so tired that I forgot what it feels like.Slowly I remember that feeling dizzy, thirsty for sweet drinks while craving super salty snacks combined with crying over rude people on the train is my tired. I was almost 30 when I understood this. Before, I always wondered why sleep deprivation did not seem…
Mistress witch writes 