Life before witching took place …
… when breathing into a chest
covered in fabric
and held back by ribbons
to never let go.
… when a tongue was tasting
what teeth were chewing
for a pit
fearing to be full.
… when eyes saw
whatever was expected
only to ignore the shadow
rushing in the corner.
But what if …
… someone takes off the fabric
and loosens the ribbons
for the chest to inhale
their taste on that tongue
and lips to be bitten
with a look into eyes
to set a world on fire?
„Oh boy“, my witch giggled. „Who but who the hell would cut us loose like this?“
„Who the hell is allowed to choke us like this?“
A witch with no regrets
This night feels cozy.Midnight has passed.No sleep, but another cup of tea in vanilla scented candlelight.“Are you saying you have no regrets?”, my witch giggles. When I was younger, I was often warned that I would regret the things that I did. I remember being 10 years old and finally telling my family that I…
Heavy rain and zombie fire – A small town of resilience part 2
This is a hopeful post, although it might not look like it at first. Recently, the region I am living in is experiencing a historical wildfire, and it was getting terrifyingly close to the city that gave me a lot of inspiration to write my witching novel. The town is called Monschau, and who is…
What the stars can do to us
“Are you really lucky enough to miss out on a few shooting stars?”, my witch asks as I try to fall asleep. Well, who of us ever is? We had seen 6 very bright shooting stars, but I was getting cold and tired. Can I afford to sleep during the peak of the perseids? I…
Mistress witch writes 