What is the fate of the girl living alone in a house in the forest? Tainted in Vanilla, covered in sugar and made from delicious dreams, this is an image just as legendary as the girl inside being finally caught on fire.
But what else does the world hold for her?
A world that has gone dark, and writes those stories that make hearts bleed and skin give in. A world in which the souls are starving – what kind of fate does it have in mind for the girl trapped alone in the most delicious house in the darkest part of the forest?
What else, than looking delicious when you come across her and she is leaning in the door, whispering two simple words. „Try me.“
Did she? Did she really? Did her lips even move, or did you just wander the darkness of the world for too long and start seeing things?
„Try me, I‘m delicious“, she whispers, and who can say no to that? Not a starving soul.
So you accept her invitation, and enter her world.
Tainted in Vanilla, made of sugar.
Of chocolate and tea?
Of Vanilla and the threat of death? Or, the dream?
Maybe the glow of her skin made a promise to your tongue your body aches for.
As she invited you into her world of Vanilla tainted dreams, you probably reveal your skin, leave the wet and ruined coat that covered you outside, and let her see into the tales behind your scars, while your eyeing the marks in her skin, promising a shared darkness you yearn for, but cannot really get close to. Not closer than one restless night in dark times.
What does your for body ache for? For her to get closer, or the rest of the world to back away? Who can tell. Who else did she let close before, and was one of them lucky enough to bury their claws and teeth like knifes within her back to forever carry their mark? Who can tell.
Maybe there are demons there. Observing two bodies wrapped into each other in the flickering light of the fire place, holding each other together as only those can do that almost fell apart a bit too often. Offering a tempting deal.
Maybe even the devil themselves appears.
Listening to your story, being fond of your scars.
Curious, about how that one dagger missed your own heart but sadly killed that one friend of yours. How you almost starved in the snow, but were saved by an angelic creature passing by,How your skin exploded and the fever almost ate up all of you. The devil is amused! Maybe, they almost wish to switch places with you and explore the darkness of the world all over again.
You may leave the delicious house the next morning cursed, or blessed, or have your head smashed to pieces at the next corner.
The girl will have watched you as you left in the dawn of the next unsettling day, and there will have been a trace of pain. A pain well-known covered in vanilla.
You were not the first one to come inside, and you will not be the last one.
The girl in the house of sugar will always be there.
She will survive all of you.
That is her fate.
She is delicious and tempting, and just what you want to see at the horizon in these desperate times, and she will always still be there in the afterwards.
Mistress witch writes 