„You put this skin back into place.“
Under a full moon in spring,
with a song echoing through a night
ending with a purple sky
Hands found skin
found this skin that was holding
something that was ill shaped.
This skin was stretched too far
and almost ripped apart
Until there were these hands
to hold it
and to cover all it‘s holes
for it to finally reshape
and remember all the other things
it once held inside.
„You out this skin back into place“, a witch wants to whisper into ears hiding under wild hair for eyes to have an even wilder stare through those curls and into the darkness.
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 
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