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.
The latest Dystopia confusion – or what vaccines, glasses, and sunscreen suddenly have in common.
Confusion is one of the most important aspects of Dystopia. It’s this state of the world that keeps burning into the skin like a nervous flickering – and suddenly you’ve bought frog legs from the weirdo at the end of the road, while your neighbour was hanged for a miscarriage 20 years ago. Let’s name…
Keeping the connection – About taking the next step
I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 