Witches are and are not. Witches can be seen by eager eyes, and enter the world once Dystopia has struck. Witches are because in this world there is loss and there is pain, and loss and pain cannot exist alone. Alone, they make no sense, and how to bear great suffering with no sense toContinue reading “How witches are”
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Of all the things that never were
Hope for worlds to collide, crash into each other, and merge and change, take little things from each other, and become something new. But there was only a moment, in which two worlds gently touched. A second for a soft and tickling heartbeat to promise something. Something to never happen, but still leave a scar,Continue reading “Of all the things that never were”
How witches love
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
Mistress witch writes 