If you had seen her grow, she would have become a flower.
Blooming in the rain.
With roots deep in the ground.
With the earth embracing her.
And holding her through storm, thunder and rain.
With a blossom welcoming the sun.
But she grew without your eyes.
Without your thoughts and words.
And they left an empty space.
An empty space to fall into.
They left her heart uprooted.
They left her leaves scattered in the wind.
And the earth too dry to hold her back.
Now her branches are wild and have outgrown you.
Her branches have grown into spaces you don’t know.
And there are thorns upon her skin!
A skin still asking to be touched.
But if you had seen her grow, she would have blossomed in storm, in thunder and in summer rain.
Can you see her as a flower still?
Why I am not a nice girl
I am not your nice, Christian girl next door, as you might have noticed. And this is not a role I play for this blogging project, or to promote my writing and music. This is me, and I stick to it, even when it gets complicated, and believe me: It becomes an issue more often…
Intimate tale
I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wanted…
The tale of mental health in a burning world
“Wanna feel better?”, my witch asks me as she presents tonight’s options. Do we want to get drunk and risk a headache? Do we want to try out yoga again although we’ve never managed to take it seriously? Do we want to escape the last traces of reality by watching a sitcom and ignoring the…
Mistress witch writes 