Nostalgic tale

I fall in love
With moments
And if they
Scatter
I will collect
Their shards
and let them
enter
deep into
my skin
to feel
and taste
and be
this moment
one more time.

“Most of these recipes are just nostalgia dressed in blood”, I say while reading one of my witch’s old books in my garden scented candle light, and Layla giggles into her bottle of wine.
“Isn’t that the best kind of nostalgia?”

A witch with no regrets

This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that I…

What the stars can do to us

“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? I…

Published by Mistress Witch writes

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

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