Having youfelt like strawberries and creamon a rainy day in summerwaiting for a thunderstorm.It felt likebreathing in deeply for oncewith the patter of rainingpainting our world blue.Wrapped intosheets that are white and softholding us togetherwhile we‘re falling apart. „We could tell you that we love you“, my witch giggled. „But no. Look at our strawberriesContinue reading “When this witch had you”
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Tale about another last time
I wrote you a letterand was so scaredit might not reach youin timethat I putall my stampson it.I had this feelingit might be last one.I ripped outtwo photographsthat had been sleepinginside an albumbecause I neededto see themand pass them onto you.I was walkingthrough rainand streets emptiedby this plagueto send the letteron its way.HopingIt was nottooContinue reading “Tale about another last time”
Tale about hidden things
„I never told him this“, my witch whispered. You touched a part of my soulthat had always been hidden.You found it all by yourselfand I wanted you to keep it.That part was woundedvery long agoand I never noticed the painuntil you showed methat this was no scarbut still bleedingand I am still leaking. „I neverContinue reading “Tale about hidden things”
Inside of a witch
There is an ocean inside of me.There is a depth that is risingand is cold but burning.There are words never saidand thoughts kept secret.There is pain beyond this worldand joy as bright as stars. There is an ocean inside of meand sometimes I am leaking. There is an ocean inside of me.Drown with me.Drown insideContinue reading “Inside of a witch”
Never happy ending
When you held meI stopped leakingfor a short momentthat was a sparkle. I saw you and you saw meand I was hurtby what the worldhad done to you. All of ourselvesand skins still markedby thoughts and shardssank into each other. I want to be thankfulfor this happy ending,but I don‘t want thisto ever end. „HappyContinue reading “Never happy ending”
Oh my shadow!
„With my shadow,oh my shadow“, my witch whispers. It‘s not enough,it was alwaystoo short and too earlyto break apartwith words and thoughtsstill unspoken. Just onceone more timehis eyes on meinstead of nightsempty and fullof ice creamand wine. In moments like thisthe world is leakingis woundedis sore.
See me with strawberries and cream
I wanted you to see mecurled up on my bedeating strawberries and creamwearing nothing but a shirttoo wide for meand I wanted you to pet my headand smile at meas gently and as warmas you would haveif you could haveever seen me this way. „At least I wore the dress I wanted to wear forContinue reading “See me with strawberries and cream”
Picking up the shards
I am picking up the shardsto put them back together.But to have those shardsthings have to break,and breaking isn’t fair.Surviving isn’t fairbut has to be donefor now. Even when brokenly bleedingand bleedingly brokenI am still herealthough some of the pieceshave lost what held themtogether onceand are looking fornew places to go. „Witches transform“, I amContinue reading “Picking up the shards”
My perfect witching dream
My perfect witching dreamis you waving at me from across the old hallof that very old train stationwhere we once metwhen Dystopia had noteaten up our souls yetand we would meet therewith other people all aroundtheir voices and their laughterand we would not carejust running onto each otherand showing each otherwhat wounded bits and partsContinue reading “My perfect witching dream”
The things we burn for
I am holding my breathbecause the air I could breatheis not filled with youalthough I want it to. I stayed awakeand ran through the nightto the end of the worldlooking for you. I am not laughingbut I am embracingthe whole worldfor a second. I am not sadbut I am mourningthe world for it existsat all.Continue reading “The things we burn for”
Tale about my shoulders
I bought a dress today.It is a pretty dress,except for the shoulders. What do women need them for?Those shoulders and those arms?To lift things up? My pretty new dresskeeps me from usingthose shoulders and those arms. Where is my prince?Once I‘ve heardthat pretty girls do get a prince for this. But I forgot,I do haveContinue reading “Tale about my shoulders”
Tale about breaking
Once these eyes are openand don‘t see youI have to understand this strange worldall over again. Once these eyes are moving aroundin their leaking holesthey search for blue, yellow and greenfinding nothing but red. Once I am awakeI am breaking apartlearning the truth once againwithout you. Because once I am restingmy soul resets meand IContinue reading “Tale about breaking”
Dystopia love
It‘s hard for you to get out of yourselfso I want to be under your skin. I want to hidethere in your shadowin your warmthbecause you know my painand I can guess those wordsthat are too hard for you to say. I want to be under your skinat least for once. I deny the spacethatContinue reading “Dystopia love”
I’m still saying these things
You‘re not here anymoreand I‘m still saying these things. I‘m still saying these thingsthat I did not ever want to say before,that I did not even joke about. You‘re goneand I‘m still saying these thingsthat I wanted to say to you. I‘m still saying these thingsalthough you can‘t hear me. But I‘m still saying theseContinue reading “I’m still saying these things”
Lick me when I’m leaking
I‘m leakingout of infectious witching eyeshaving dreams drop outhaving drowned in themwith favorite memories only ever imagined. I‘m leakingbecause his eyes once widened when I was shiveringwere so warmwere so widewere all I ever wanted to have seen me. I‘m leakingnot just after the one but all the thingsthat could have beenbut never wereand leaveContinue reading “Lick me when I’m leaking”
Flashing back
Good morning. How is your tea? Good. How is the cupcake? Delicious. I am having flashbacks to when Sophie and Kim left. Yes, me too. The snow is melting. It is getting warmer. The sky was pink in the morning. Beautiful. I am so homesick! Me too. The trees are still bare. Still almost dead.Continue reading “Flashing back”
Tale for all my ghosts
We‘re safe enough to suffocate.These walls are eating soulsby smothering the skinuntil what‘s inside is leaking out. We‘re already ghosts.You never saw my purple hair,and I don‘t even have a skinbecause you never touched it. When I am really happyI think of crying on your shoulder.And suddenly the pain is goodand I dream of beingContinue reading “Tale for all my ghosts”
“There is a way to cure hysteria, you know?”
„Something has been lost“, I say to m witch. „It has always been invisible, but was still there, and now it‘s gone.“ „And how do you know it‘s gone?“, Layla asks. „I feel it.“ Just stop feeling, stop feeling it. It is invisibleIt is in this mind in this head this chestIt makes the heartContinue reading ““There is a way to cure hysteria, you know?””
When I write about witches
Whenever I write about witchesthere are thoughtsin my headlooking for a placeand cutting cross my mind. When I write about witches,I am missing things.Early mornings,a cup of coffeeand something to do. When I write about witchesI am missing people.Steps I recognize,laughter I know,and most importantly: you. Whenever I write about witches,my inside has lostwhatever onceContinue reading “When I write about witches”
Your violet sparkle
Whenever I smile, it‘s the thought of you that makes this cheeks tickle and squeeze. It‘s the thought of youbringing with you a violet sparklelike an early sunrise in spring. But then I remember that all of you are gone and will never return. Violet has leftand so have green and blueand yellow is drowning.Continue reading “Your violet sparkle”
For you, from your witch.
All my lifeI was growingInto that personThat resonates with you. And just when we metOur world came to an end.
A fairytale without dying horribly
On my way to him, I felt a sparkle.My hair felt longer and my nose more slim.I was on my way to himand a tale grew into a song inside of meand a path was suddenly clear. My cheeks started burning,I began to dream,and I was asking the stars,was pleading with the universe: Why can‘tContinue reading “A fairytale without dying horribly”
I want to lick your leaking soul
„I‘m waiting for my vanilla scented candle to be replaced by you.“ By all of you.Your sweat and blood.Your skin turned red beneath my fingertips.I want your shape to leave a trace on my existing.I want to taste, to swallow and inhale your being.Please stop hiding them and let me bite your lips.Have my sweetContinue reading “I want to lick your leaking soul”
An echo caused by silence
Some words will never be heardalthough there are still lips to form themand breath to send them outinto a world that will never give them space. This is when outside this skin is nothingand the world inside has diedand while inside this silence ragesthis skin still stands in spaces it was granted. And when thisContinue reading “An echo caused by silence”
Tale about remembering
I feel the curiosity of thoughtsand the sparkling of ideas,the violet sparkle of something being special. I can smell old books and coffeeand see a golden sunrisepromising a new day. I hear voices of peopleand feel the rain on my facewhile running for a train. I remember the feelingof knowing what to expect tomorrowand alsoContinue reading “Tale about remembering”
Tale about goodbyes
We never said goodbye, so you have to return. I am thinking about all those goodbyes that were never said.About eyes becoming fearful round.About lips opening slightly, but no words coming out.About tears getting ready but staying inside. And I wonder whether these were promises for precious things to still be part of days thatContinue reading “Tale about goodbyes”
I want to say something
Can I say something?I want to say something.Please, let me say something. Let me say something in a voice that you like.With a nice voice.With a voice to be heard,without sounding hard. Listen to my voice as a voice that you like.Listen to my voice that you likewhile I say that I have to sayContinue reading “I want to say something”
See me as a witch
What makes a person, Layla? Is it two arms and legs,and eyes to see,and a voice to speak with,and blood to spill? Maybe, he saw me as a person. He did not seethat all I ever did was vibratingon that very last frequencythat was left by better days. He saw me as one,but I thinkContinue reading “See me as a witch”
Why witches have infectious eyes
Witches have infectious eyesbecause a soul is leaking outbecause witching eyes have opened upand daydreams have been dropping throughturning into raindropsleft on flowers set to grow. Witches have infectious eyesbecause someone has been breathingthe air now filled with things unspokenthat left a soul so quiet and bleeding. Witches have infectious eyesbecause someone caught a daydreamContinue reading “Why witches have infectious eyes”
Tale about unspoken things
Sometimes, I want to throw it all at him and see it mirror in his eyes. How I am done living in this world. How I will not ever trust a single thing to not leave me from one moment to the other. How I keep myself busy to not have the time to findContinue reading “Tale about unspoken things”
