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?“
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…
Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!
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 