I’m thinking about the place where nightmares go.
The space to put the darkness, contain the screams, the wounds, and scars of the past, once we’re done carrying them around with us. I’m thinking of this place deep inside. Somewhere in the chest. Or the gut?
“Back in my days, people thought the soul was contained in the liver”, my witch giggles. “Locked up between chest and gut it could cause a mess if getting loose.”
Oh, what a struggle it is when nightmares escape, wandering the body, torturing every piece of skin. When they rest on the lips, and glow in the eyes, not ever hiding from the warmest light of day.
I’m thinking of this place where darkness can rest, nightmare can haunt and screams can be. I’m think of my darkness taking a break, having a hot chocolate, and a piece of cake. And I realize just how much one needs to know these nightmares, screams, and wounds to ever get to this point.
“Darkness needs to be loved, by someone even darker”, my witch giggles as she sees me blush.
It’s such a blessing if the darkness takes a break. Even it means making out with demons. But witches don’t kiss and tell!
“He tasted like Vanilla, right?”
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