I’m thinking about the place where nightmares go.The space to put the darkness, contain the screams, the wounds, and scars of the past, once we’re done carrying them around with us. I’m thinking of this place deep inside. Somewhere in the chest. Or the gut? “Back in my days, people thought the soul was containedContinue reading “Where darkness can rest – or making out with demons”
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“I haunt this forest, Sir”
I once knew a girl so soft.She was so soft, her skin was breaking at the edges. When this girl walked the earth, she forgot about herself so easily. She felt the traces the world had left within her skin. The lines uneven drawn by branches and their thorns. The holes left by hands onceContinue reading ““I haunt this forest, Sir””
“I wish this was a love story.”
Tonight‘s tale could have taken place anywhere, as long Dystopia was still lingering around.All it needs is a bottle of wine and cheeks ready to be kissed and blush.There probably was candle light, too.As well as fairy lights decorating a bookshelf and shining onto two bodies.Sometimes sitting opposed to each other.Or lying together.One of thoseContinue reading ““I wish this was a love story.””
How to spot witches in the sky!
Can you think of a day when the air was not breathable?When it had promised you rain, but only granted a few drops to get lost in summer heat?When you muscles were protesting?The flowers suffering in silence? And do you remember the first dark clouds of an oncoming storm?How the sky was painted in darkerContinue reading “How to spot witches in the sky!”
Fleeting tale
Tonight, it‘s raspberry cream that is keeping us awake.„I want more!“, I yell at my witch over the noise of beating the cream, while she still hums to the music reaching us from the living room.My kitchen has beige-golden tiles on the floor. On the black table between a snake plant and napkins with rosesContinue reading “Fleeting tale”
Mistress witch writes 