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?
I wish I’d told you all my stories.
I want to tell you all my storiesIt’s not that they would changeIt’s just that I would likeTo see themFormA new expressionOn your face I need to tell you all my storiesI am not sureIf they makeSenseThe way I thoughtThey do. I will tell you all my storiesThey frighten meI’m sure you won’t endureI see…
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This spring afternoon is glowing pink and tastes like strong tea. It feels much too familiar, and I begin to open up.I feel far away from myself as I start to talk, to babble on about my novel. About all the things I’ve been reading about in the past 5 years. About the 17th century,…
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…
Mistress witch writes 