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.
My witching autumn desk
This was my longest quiet. My witch took a few weeks off. I have a lot of things to say, dark and urgent things! But my health made me pause everything. The first time in my life I’m saying that. I’ll be back in the next few days! Until then, enjoy the witching mood at…
Why do we stop doing things?
“When for health reasons we stop being ourselves, what is left then? ”, I complain to my witch just when the cold and dark season is ready to arrive. I am usually decorating a cake when the message I am dreading arrives. The pastry bag in hand, I read one cancellation after another. Of course,…
When we fall …
Who’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us all?Who’ll be thereIn the end? Late at nightI hear his voiceAnd I know thatHe waved her goodbyeThrough the noiseOf a world turning away. Laughter fromA window aboveBlurry lightsAnd I know thatShe gave upon loveRight there. And I wonderWho’ll be thereWhen we fall?Who will comeTo catch us…
