She sees you throuhg eyes searching for the smile of the skull.
They search for the core
and they tear things down.
She does not see houses
but steel withstanding
while walls collapse.
She does not see people
but skin decaying
and bones revealed.
She rests her head on where your shoulder is supposed to be and whispers: „I love you, but my skin won‘t last.“
Radical witching novel rewrites at 4 AM!
I wore the same night dress my witch used to wear to get drunk on my windowsill, when I suddenly had an idea at 4 AM. Great ideas always happen at 4 AM, remember? This one however, kept me awake for at least a week, debating it back and forth. At some point my witch…
Why my empathy has limits
“All my life, I have fought for my right to be soft”, I tell my witch as we sit in the garden and watch our strawberries grow. “But now, I’ve found out that my empathy has limits.”And recently, these limits were reached. I recently had to work with a difficult colleague. I assisted a woman…
Visiting a witching place! – The museum for magic, fortune-telling, and witchcraft in Edinburgh!
Let me take you to another witching place!I have found a museum where my witch felt at home, and I want to share this with you. I have recently been to Edinburgh, and of course I had to visit the museum of magic, fortune-telling and witchcraft! To be honest, I did not know what to…
Mistress witch writes 
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