Hands collecting shards.
They are cutting through the basket.
Some are getting stuck in skin.
She has been awake since death.
Arms being strengthened.
Muscles pulsating.
A stomach denying food.
He has been awake since death.
No one is speaking.
No words ever fit.
Silence is singing.
They have been awake since death.
Tissue ripped open.
Bodies untouched.
Songs unsung.
Skin to stone, with cracks revealing:
We have been awake since death.
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 