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”
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A shrine or a graveyard?
„I‘m a witch, so I have options“, I say while eating the cake that I have mad just for myself. „I can either build up a shrine for my old life and things which I once believed in, or else I burn everything and accept that this part of me has died.“„Those are the onlyContinue reading “A shrine or a graveyard?”
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.
Some heartbreaking reasons for witchcraft
A while ago, I wondered why people ever did witchcraft, or came to lonely and weird people to do it for them. If something requires the blood of a white dove, flesh of an executed murderer and other ingredients you will most likely get caught while collecting, why even bother? But now that I amContinue reading “Some heartbreaking reasons for witchcraft”
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”
The intensity of witching
Witches either drown or burn.There rarely ever is something in between. A witch has the most vivid dreams and burns up in passion powerful enough to embrace the whole universe with its flames. A witch easily lives too much, and therefore has to be purged of all those dreams that took over her soul andContinue reading “The intensity of witching”
There is something inside that will not die
The unexpected sunshine made snow a little bit more unlikely and I just hated my kitchen table more than ever before. I drank some tea, continued typing messages into a chat window that were supposed to seem friendly and personal while also something like professional, but only came off as really bad jokes. „4 months“,Continue reading “There is something inside that will not die”
More thoughts on historical fiction!
Living through history is no fun. I read that in countless tweets and found a lot of memes about it, and I think that many people will agree, especially after last year. Seeing every social aspect of life and big parts of infrastructure breaking down and always having in mind that doing the things youContinue reading “More thoughts on historical fiction!”
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”
The days my witch had lived for
„Those were the days“, my witch said, standing by the window and watching the first snow painting itself into the early sunset.„When we were woken up by the sunrise, always next to each other. When all we had to worry about was making love before his strange visitors would arrive.“ Layla smiled, and the wayContinue reading “The days my witch had lived for”
Do you remember the last time?
Now that nothingness is taking over again, and at least where Layla and I live we are all sworn into facing the hardest months of the pandemic just now, I wonder how many last times of things I remember. Let‘s start with this one:The last time my friends forced me to sing karaoke with them.Continue reading “Do you remember the last time?”
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”
Fragility
I am still thinking about why this year has been so tough on me. Tough enough for witching wine nights and starting to blog about them. To understand that, I have to look a few years back, when I had moved away from everyone I had ever known and attended university. I was full ofContinue reading “Fragility”
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”
Witches set everything on fire
„Being happy, really passionate even, without setting everything on fire – that would be great!“, I say to my witch as we cook a vanilla flavored dessert at midnight. My witch giggled. „You can‘t have everything.“And she eyed me skeptically, as I poured the powder into the milk.I was in a good mood. So goodContinue reading “Witches set everything on fire”
The perfect year for witching
„I used to have those yellow lights in my windows, too“, I say to my witch as we take a walk late at night and find our haunted houses on the way decorated with beautiful Christmas lights. „But of course I hate these things from now on.“„Sure.“ I had to admit that this December nightContinue reading “The perfect year for witching”
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”
How witches dream
The glitter from the last lonely wine night two days ago still visible, but the mass of pizzas I had ordered in thought of company finally eaten, I said to my witch: „Layla, give me a dream that can break this world.“ After all, that was what witches had burned for. Actually, to accuse aContinue reading “How witches dream”
Dystopia in December
Earlier this year, I had wondered what it must have been like to live in one of those places where the first wave of the pandemic hit really hard. Although even then it had not been that far away, at least not personally, I had thought that it might be different to have this disasterContinue reading “Dystopia in December”
Caught in candy
„Something has been lost“, I say to my witch. „Something that has been just as essential as food and rest, and I‘m still expected to function.„Just stop functioning“, Layla says and eats her violet cloud. I am certain that I already have. I have been through months of screaming at night on a field, andContinue reading “Caught in candy”
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”
Drowning is what witches do
We are drowning again.Maybe, this is just what witches do. It‘s 9 AM and I have to get up, while my witch is asleep, curled up in a short night dress on my arm chair by the window. Lucky witch. And suddenly, it‘s far into the afternoon, and I wonder how time can fly byContinue reading “Drowning is what witches do”
Why I summoned my witch
„Every family has an odd one“, my witch said as I posed in front of the mirror while wearing my new mask that matched the brand new underwear that I had bought. „My hair had always been the brightest and the curliest.“ In our very first wine nights, we had already discussed where Layla hadContinue reading “Why I summoned my 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”
Cinnamon and memories at night
„That was sweet“, my witch said as we were looking at old photographs of me having curly hair and being in love with Mr. Rainbow, „But seriously, it had to go wrong.“Old! I did not want them to be old! I had wanted to look like Tori Amos in 1996 and therefor had slept withContinue reading “Cinnamon and memories at night”
Thoughts on writing historical fiction
Why are there even people still alive in this world? No, that is not my only thought on writing historical fiction, but it were thoughts like that which in the end led to starting this project. For a very long time, I had mostly been interested in writing science fiction. I dreamed of mega citiesContinue reading “Thoughts on writing historical fiction”
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”
An attempt to postpone starvation
I summoned my witch with wine and chocolate, but when I was roaming the store once more, I found a green sparkling wine that looked really interesting. I also bought frozen strawberries, because they were part of my favorite cupcake recipe. For that recipe, I did need other things, too, and so I bought eggs,Continue reading “An attempt to postpone starvation”
Tale about a witching house
Every witch once had a home.A house providing a roof to protect them from the rain and storm outside.It is a tragedy that witching houses do have windows for eager eyes to stare through. Every witch once had a home,to come back to from however far they escaped into the forest.A home with lights toContinue reading “Tale about a witching house”
Tale about staring at the wall
There‘s a dot on the left side, that‘s a bit bigger than the other dots around.Its borders are rounder.It plays with the light and the shadows at the heads of the smaller ones.This one is called out-of-breath. There is a really small one on the opposite side.This one is mostly ignored by light and shadow,andContinue reading “Tale about staring at the wall”
Mistress witch writes 