Witches fall in love. Witches fall in love with tragedies.Witches fall in love, and someone had been really happy and uplifted enough to embrace the universe, to have it all end with blood shed. Witches as such do not exist. A witch was probably married as the nice person next door. Turning into the niceContinue reading “How witches love”
Author Archives: Mistress Witch writes
Violet and sugar
When autumn arrived, I took my witch shopping. We strolled through a city emptied and distanced. We were not distanced. We were close. Really close. When it began to rain, she giggled into my ear, and we got wet.The lights so beautifully bright, because autumn made them brighter, as every year.We bought face masks withContinue reading “Violet and sugar”
Vanilla and death
Vanilla scented horror, when she‘s dying. What to do, when out of daydreams?Unable to wish for things, to dream.When the world has turned into something.Something that does not require us.But inside we still exist. I am barely a person anymore, because I‘ve been vibrating too much on that last frequency, so that no light wouldContinue reading “Vanilla and death”
The loneliness of witching
If there are no candles scented with all your deepest wishes to ever come true, no dances for the northern star to bring a lover back to stay as fix within your life as its own light points out north, why even do witchcraft? Why carry sheets tainted in blood, or an umbilical cord withContinue reading “The loneliness of witching”
Dealing with witches
How has the world dealt with witches?With unwanted individuals, having become the center of hysteria in the face of danger? How were they identified and proven guilty? First of all, you accuse a witch in public, where they cannot easily escape. Make sure that there are witnesses, so that the witch cannot win anyone over,Continue reading “Dealing with witches”
I am
A chapter to be closed.To be closed, but also having been full of moments to explore.Ending with relief.Releasing you back into your world. I am a chapter to be closed.I am something to be done with.Something to get over with.I am still here, I have to be. I am a chapter I must never close,Continue reading “I am”
Bonding with demons
Witches, as demons, are very lonely. Witches are no threat. Since anyone can be accused of witchcraft, simply for a magical glow in their eyes or having the longest hair, there is no more danger in them than any person living next door. You do not want them to ring your doorbell at 4 AM,Continue reading “Bonding with demons”
The tragedy of witching
Witches are not real and witchcraft does not work. There are no candles scented with the power to convince a former lover to return, no violet clouds to be cooked in the backyard for eternal youth. This is only one of the witches tragedies. They live in a world in which something needed to beContinue reading “The tragedy of witching”
A leaking soul
I bleed like Vanilla. Why is he not here to lick my leaking soul? My leaking soul that loses sweet daydreams everywhere it goes as small drops of joy turning into a sea to drown in. Why aren‘t his eyes, his lips, his hands closer to the hole that opened up, that his presence openedContinue reading “A leaking soul”
Drowning
How come, he was the one to let me drown? How come, he was the one to push? Did he? No, he just left. How come, he was the one to leave? He had left, and the blood inside this veins was dry. And as you know, witches have transformed themselves into something from beyond.Continue reading “Drowning”
How the Basilisk kills
Witches dream just how the Basilisk kills. They have the most vivid dreams, that infect the world while spreading out of their eyes and into the air and through another pair of eyes into somebody to inflame their soul. Just as the Basilisk kills through poisoning the air, the witch infects the soul with desiresContinue reading “How the Basilisk kills”
Why witches burn
The image of the burning witch has become legendary. It is a known fact from history that certain, unique individuals have been burned by the stake for centuries, while the legend of the merciful executioner breaking their neck just before the suffering begins is mostly fiction. But why exactly do witches burn? Or more specifically,Continue reading “Why witches burn”
Of women and needles
„We‘re angry with the universe, again?“ It was a warm day at the end of July, and Layla was combing my hair. „I loved being alive“, I answered. „I loved being alive enough to hate existing right now.“ Layla had picked a red lace top for me to wear. I had decided to combine itContinue reading “Of women and needles”
Why dreams matter in witching
Why do dreams play such an important role for witching? Why not whispering forgotten languages at midnight, or cooking violet clouds in the backyard? The answer is simple. For centuries, people have been believing that witches transform the world. Witches kill the harvest, poison the air, and bring the greatest storms upon us. Witches damageContinue reading “Why dreams matter in witching”
Dreaming of witchcraft
I had to think about the daydreams that Layla had brought into my life. To those musings that energize, that cast feelings, give wings to fly.That make the skin feel softer, enlightened.In those empty days, they were everywhere.They where the last thing I thought about at night. And the first thoughts in the morning.They wereContinue reading “Dreaming of witchcraft”
A little addictive
Ice cream. I scream. Basecally the same thing, these nights. It was not always wine. Sometimes, Layla needed Ice cream. Ice cream tasted better at 4 AM, especially after getting lost on a field in the dark and having a really uncomfortable encounter with the farmer who owned that particular field. “What is he evenContinue reading “A little addictive”
Dreams against nothing
But what do daydreams really mean? April had seemed like an eternity, and suddenly it was almost May. The first nights had kept their summer heat, potatoes and strawberries were planted … Oh, and face masks were starting to get obligatory in public. Oh shit, it‘s already May. We‘ve lost our spirit of life inContinue reading “Dreams against nothing”
Sweet survival
I summoned Layla to survive. To survive the darkness. The night. The longest night that I‘ve ever had to survive. A night that has not ended, yet. And while I am typing, new aspects of this night are taking over me. My head, the depth of my chest, and so I put them onto theContinue reading “Sweet survival”
And what did the universe say?
„And what did the universe say?“ Sometimes I wanted to answer this with „Nothing so far.“There was a lot of silence, a lot of opportunities having gone to dust, these days. But then again, there is something. There is the wind, and the highway on the other end of the field. There is the smellContinue reading “And what did the universe say?”
The dark kind of fun
There are a lot of things to tell about Layla. Sometimes, my witch is not easy to take. „You know what?“, she exclaimed in one of her first nights in my kitchen. „Why don’t you just leave your ID here at home. No one will know how far from home we are and that‘s it.“ItContinue reading “The dark kind of fun”
What keeps Layla awake
Daily life was a song to Layla. It was a melody taking over something deep inside. But what does that mean? When asking her, Layla opens up another bottle of wine and takes a gulp. Then she laughs about my concerned expression. „I couldn‘t care less“, she would say and her red hair would flyContinue reading “What keeps Layla awake”
She only exists at 4 AM
Starting at the beginning sounds good. After all, this is supposed to be a diary. The diary of a modern witch. A writing witch. A uterus-carrying being trying to survive this world. But in Layla‘s case, it is difficult to find the beginning. It is difficult to say when she is there and when sheContinue reading “She only exists at 4 AM”
My list of people
Yes, you.You with those eyes, those hands. I like those hands. Just like those. I want to feel those hands. Hey you. I could just lean over a bit. Just a bit. Our knees could meet. Could touch. Just like this. Or a bit longer. And even a bit longer. It is exciting. It warmsContinue reading “My list of people”
For life to come back someday
She loved this city for several reasons. Not for it‘s beauty. Old buildings. Modern skyline. It had nothing like that to offer. The first time that she had been there, it had left no impression at all. It was just one of those cities that were not too small and also not big enough toContinue reading “For life to come back someday”
Blue past
Their story had continued.There was a next chapter. A chapter that had not been very likely to ever happen. A chapter that may already be closed, because things happen and at a certain point are over.But are they, really?She is not so sure anymore.She still hears his voice. Something deep inside still swings, it vibratesContinue reading “Blue past”
Why not, universe?
Why not? Why did this never happen?How can something that never happened be so present? In thoughts, in dreams. It never happened. Yet, it is everywhere.Because, of course, it did happen. Many times. So many times. Just within those thoughts, those dreams. And how real things feel, with the right reactions taking over the body.Continue reading “Why not, universe?”
Mistress witch writes 