„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.
Haunting Humor of a failed witch
An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor broke…
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The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things I…
Finding and keeping my voice
I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never got…
Mistress witch writes 
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