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”
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Ice cream and daydreams
When walking homemy arms full ofa box of donuts and a cup of ice cream,I was so sad. I was so sadand I was wearing blackand even hiding half my face under a dark cloth,and I cried. I criedand you never knewhow sad I was and it made mecry even more. It made mecry evenContinue reading “Ice cream and daydreams”
Mistress witch writes 