Once, she consisted of many parts.
They granted her all shapes and forms to exist in this world.
Some parts were a daughter,
to be loved and protected and sometimes laughed with.
Some parts were a sister,
to be sometimes admired and often envied, and always cared for.
Some parts were a friend,
to enjoy to be heard and given words to.
Other parts were a wife,
to be there in the end and fold the shirts and warm the sheets.
The hidden parts were lovers,
to hide in an alley and be absorbed by flames.
… and when Dystopia scattered these parts, a scarred skin only covers an empty frame.
Still searching for new shapes and forms.
Unloved tale
OnceWhen someone had herShe was almost lovedBut then this someone thought:”I can’t be allShe’d ever known”And he let her go. And She ranShe ran too fastWhen she ranShe ran too far ThenShe was found againBy another strange manWho loved her recklesslyLove turned to painAnd carved his sinInto her skin And she fledShe fled too fastWhen…
Just a haunted girl scaring her friends – Writing update!
Intrigued. And quite as bit terrified.Those were the exact same words I got as feedback from my friends whom I’d recently handed the first pages of the witching novel to. Seems like I’ve accomplished my task, right? I’m the haunted girl scaring all her friends!No, but really. It felt as if I was understood through…
Tale about the softest secret
This tale is about a girl I once knew. This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were…
Mistress witch writes 