“About the one who never caused any pain”, my witch whispers and rises her glass into the night. “At least none that wasn’t asked for.” And she giggles. It was the one with the darkest of masks whose judgment the witch feared the most. The mask meaning death.Mirroring it, defying it!Making her witching heart race,Continue reading “Painless tale”
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My personal exorcism
I have recently discovered that I am one witchy experience ahead of my witching visitor!Well, not really ahead.I have never been standing trial and almost gotten burned after having had a few too many miscarriages and a husband dying under mysterious circumstances, but I have made one spooky and painful experience she never has! LaylaContinue reading “My personal exorcism”
Escalating tale
Very often, I had lately assumed to have written the last chapter of my Dystopia diary. Since this is also about witching, and I have only scratched on the surface of that, no problem! But I keep adding new chapters to it, my Dystopia diary.An easy explanation for this seems to be that Dystopia isContinue reading “Escalating tale”
Awake since death
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 haveContinue reading “Awake since death”
Scattered tale
Once, she consisted of many parts.They granted her all shapes and forms to exist in this world. Some parts were a daughter,to be loved and protected and sometimes laughed with. Some parts were a sister,to be sometimes admired and often envied, and always cared for. Some parts were a friend,to enjoy to be heard andContinue reading “Scattered tale”
Kill the heart
A witch once had to kill a heart. She had to cut it out of a chestheavily suffocating,for it was shining too brightand too goldenout of infectious eyesmaking a soul leak.A witch reached out for it.And for the golden sparklethat felt so lonelyand so lostin a world gone mad. She removed the ribbons and theContinue reading “Kill the heart”
A heartbreaking castle finding!
Let me bring to you the tale of the most perverted cabinet I have ever seen! First of all, I visited a beautiful castle this weekend, and although I am not allowed to upload the photos I took inside, I will tell you about one thing in there that kindled a lot of witching energyContinue reading “A heartbreaking castle finding!”
“Ruin me, Baby.”
Standing by the window, this witch‘s hair was bound back.Her favourite blue dress was covered with an overcoat.Swallowing her shape. When she was breathing, she was asked not to breathe in too deep.At least not too much.By those in terror by her passion. And when she was singing, sometimes they clapped their hands.Only to askContinue reading ““Ruin me, Baby.””
Tale about broken skin
„You put this skin back into place.“ Under a full moon in spring,with a song echoing through a nightending with a purple skyHands found skinfound this skin that was holdingsomething that was ill shaped.This skin was stretched too farand almost ripped apartUntil there were these handsto hold itand to cover all it‘s holesfor it toContinue reading “Tale about broken skin”
To the one chasing the nightmare
These days were not dark.They also weren‘t light.They were noise.Sometimes yellow.But mostly gray. And she was not waiting anymore.But wishing for things, still.And into the distance that wasn‘t even one,but rather an empty hole,she whispered: „Oh, if the world hadn‘t hurt you!If only your eyes would sparkle!And if the world hadn‘t scarred me.And if onlyContinue reading “To the one chasing the nightmare”
Dystopia achievements
Living through a tale means this one has not been told yet.There are so many possible endings. Endings to be yearned for, and also those to be feared to appear at the horizon one day. And there also are moments in which it is in doubt whether this tale is about to happen at all,Continue reading “Dystopia achievements”
My heart fears your departure
My heart fears your departure. What if you have already left?Left int the darkness, when I couldn‘t see?In those busy hours, when I couldn‘t hear?What if raindrops covered your steps, never to be found?My heart feels the distance growing.Never knowing where exactly you are.Feeling the waves of an ocean between us.What if you have leftContinue reading “My heart fears your departure”
Skin needs to feel
This one is about wanting to feel everything, but escaping the pain.About needing the world to release the right sensation deep within.Because skin needs to feel it!But please, skip the pain! One of the few classical German writers I ever liked to read once asked in one of his poems where he was supposed toContinue reading “Skin needs to feel”
Creating drama!
I have wondered why anybody would enjoy reading a Dystopia diary.Why waste hours on words only describing the darkest moments?The things we don‘t really want to go through?Is it creating drama? Repeating negative emotions and causing them in others? Is it all just displaying the big mess I am making in my head? It isContinue reading “Creating drama!”
Tale about growth
If you had seen her grow, she would have become a flower.Blooming in the rain.With roots deep in the ground.With the earth embracing her.And holding her through storm, thunder and rain.With a blossom welcoming the sun.But she grew without your eyes.Without your thoughts and words.And they left an empty space.An empty space to fall into.TheyContinue reading “Tale about growth”
This never was a home!
„Maybe, it never even was a home“, my witch whispers a reminder into my ears as the train flies along fields and the raindrops start to paint onto the landscapes, with the scent of our Vanilla Latte warming up my soul. Maybe it never was.Not if it left a heart like this.Not if it brokeContinue reading “This never was a home!”
Who the hell is safe?
Late at night, when the earth is shaking and thunder is pushing the skies to rain down, one may wonder how to be safe. When the sleep just won‘t sooth away the pile of unopened letters and unsaid words, the desire to not feel their threat anymore awakens. Who the hell is safe from harm?Continue reading “Who the hell is safe?”
What is left to feel?
Have you ever felt a hope that burned so bright and was risking so much that it completely absorbed you?I have felt such a hope very recently.It was not a happy feeling, not a good one as such. It was defiant. It meant fighting what I thought the world was telling me. I wanted toContinue reading “What is left to feel?”
A witching question
Learning about witches is just another funny attempt to cope with existing as a human being. Being human is a difficult thing.It shows the desire to grab a something deep inside that defines who we are, while also excluding all of the things that are too terrible and still keep on happening. We call thingsContinue reading “A witching question”
Tale about my favourite wizard
Once the wizard spoke, the universe was vibrating.The wizard had a voice so soft and warm to melt a heart away and turn it into something new.But did he really do that?Did he really add up new things, and changed the shape, the rhythm and the course?My witch knows that he didn‘t.His words still wereContinue reading “Tale about my favourite wizard”
I love you, but my skin won’t last.
She sees you throuhg eyes searching for the smile of the skull. They search for the core and they tear things down. She does not see houses but steel withstanding while walls collapse. She does not see people but skin decaying and bones revealed. She rests her head on where your shoulder is supposed toContinue reading “I love you, but my skin won’t last.”
About the instability of things
Living during what could easily be the end of the longest era of (more or less) global stability has an awful lot of things to do with people either not realizing it, or enjoying the collapse of things far too much. To the first ones: Do you remember this proverb about setting things free? ThisContinue reading “About the instability of things”
In the name of my witch
The second morning in a row that I ordered coffee in Layla‘s name. Check! The weather couldn‘t decide between sunshine and a blizzard and I had once again not slept nearly enough, and I was wondering if my black dress with all its ruffles and mash was actually fitting to teach the little children waitingContinue reading “In the name of my witch”
How to not fail in flames!
Going down in flames is not as much fun as it may seem to a heart aching in Dystopia. Typing these words, my thoughts return to the nice man wearing a silver west over a fine shirt while explaining the model of a candle light and pointing out the 1300°C it could reach, and oh!Continue reading “How to not fail in flames!”
Tale about desperate words
In that moment which I am now writing about, the world had been leaking, wounded and sour, and my witch had been fallen down on her knees, and had been pleading once more with the one who owned her witching heart. And of the many words that could have left her lips in that moment,Continue reading “Tale about desperate words”
Hearts don’t count.
Daddy said it‘s fine,so we‘ll cut off this kin.It‘s not gonna hurt, right?It‘s never gonna hurt. Daddy says it‘s fine,so we‘ll let them tear our hearts out.Because they don‘t count, right?Hearts don‘t count. „But he said, it‘s fine“, my witch giggled as a response to me throwing my cup of tea at the wall, whileContinue reading “Hearts don’t count.”
“One day. Just not today.”
I want to show youthe rosesthat grewin thoseraindrops of minewhile you weregone. I wanted to show youoh so manythings justbefore weentered theafterward. While I was chasingand dreamingand collectingthe seeds fortomorrowthe night grewlong. I always wonderedwhat rosescould growand howraindropswould feelif youcould be herein theafterward. Written all those times when I promised myself „one day, but notContinue reading ““One day. Just not today.””
About all things bad and evil
„Why are bad things even allowed to happen?“, I have asked my witch more than just once during my sleepless nights, and she has giggled wisely, because that was something she had made the world wonder about so very often.And so Layla laughed. „If she ever was supposed to be Daddy‘s girl and has simplyContinue reading “About all things bad and evil”
Stomping through Dystopia
Have you ever set something on fire? Or someone? Or, do you think there is someone who would really like to burn you? How many people exactly do you think would like to see you burn?My witch giggles over my left shoulder. „You own small talk“, she states.I definitely know that I don‘t.But that‘s notContinue reading “Stomping through Dystopia”
About all the wrong moments in time
The moment when something is wrong likes to arrive with a drumming. A deep and sudden drumming that can be felt deep in the stomach … Or even only there? I have been close to writing the first moment in the life of my witch when something was seriously wrong, but something kept me fromContinue reading “About all the wrong moments in time”
Mistress witch writes 