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Tale about a bespelled heart

“You put a spell on me!” When she was,His chest was burning.When she spoke,He wished for her to sing.When she moved,His body yearned to follow.Wherever she went,To her home.Where she would rest,Would change her clothes,Would clean her skin.Or even further,Into the forest,Where she would sing.Would pick up flowers.Or receive secretly kisses.She made him do this,HeContinue reading “Tale about a bespelled heart”

A tale to last!

„I want to last long enough“, the witch whispers. To climb up those stairs,To sit by the window,and inhale the sunsetwishing to witness a return! … this body has tobe therebe whole!This witching body has to function.For just a bit longer.For another nightand just another one.To hurry down those stairs,To run unto the fieldand intoContinue reading “A tale to last!”

“I don’t want to be a tragedy.”

The coffee is cold.The cake untouched.„I don‘t want to be a tragedy.“ I don‘t want to be a tragedy,but this body was made offlesh and blood and bones!I want to feel the sun,with skin so fragile.I want to breathe in so deep,into lungs that could collapse.I want to love with a heart,ready to ache.What wereContinue reading ““I don’t want to be a tragedy.””

Words for my spring flame

The late weeks of winter have a promising glow.Welcoming raindrops and roses to grow?Asking for a poem?Asking for a kiss?We were never fit for winter.We made it melt away too soon.But purple skies,Cassiopeia in the east…remind of your return once more.

Tale about a witching romance

“Sometimes, a shadow knocks onto my door”, my witch giggles, with tears on her cheeks and flowers in her hair. “And when he does, I’m glad about my leaking soul.” “I call him my shadow,Because he moves too slow for eyes to see,And lingers in those places where most souls won’t go.I call him myContinue reading “Tale about a witching romance”

“I wish we’d fit the picture frame.”

“I wish we’d fit the picture frame”, were words whispered onto a window covered in rain drops. And if so,would these hands still play with ebony hair?Would there be arms to hold onto, strong but fragile?Fragile in the end, but holding on,although her shoulders escape the neckline of her dress?The picture frame? “If we’d fitContinue reading ““I wish we’d fit the picture frame.””

Tale about a distant love

“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”

With needles and giggles

When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”

A tale worth telling!

One thing the witch knew was that the world was on fire, in those days that her tale is about.Her tale that is being told,with all the horrors along the way. She had been breathing the ashes,and she had lost a fingertip while picking up the shardsof things. And why is it worth telling ofContinue reading “A tale worth telling!”

“Missing you awoke my soul.”

Vanilla scented dancing lights, whenever she‘s awake!I ask my witch: „Who is she?“This other part.This part of me.The part that paints vanilla scented shadows at the horizon and tickles legs to run onto them.„She is a part us, you know?“She woke up to keep memories that were never made.To remember things that were not felt.SheContinue reading ““Missing you awoke my soul.””

Tale about trust

Once the witch walked down this path, she would see love.“I will see you again”, the witch whispered, carefully eyeing the path.The path was here yesterday.The path is here now.But how to know that is not gonna crack?How to know that it is not gonna crumble?Or disappear?Is walking it down 1000 times enough?Enough to trust?EnoughContinue reading “Tale about trust”

Tale about a witching promise

“I try not to lose my heart.Without mine, how could I keep yours safe?And I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose your now.So, I climb up that wall.On ranks, over loose stones.Not sure if I’ll survive.I won’t give up now,because I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose you now.” … A witch sang into theContinue reading “Tale about a witching promise”

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”

“I wish I could have loved you in better days.”

„ I wish I‘d loved you in better days.“ But would it have been love? With the sun tickling skin unharmed yet?With a glass of wine drowning words forgotten tomorrow?With kisses unimportant, because they never were the last ones? „Then, I wish I‘d loved in easier days.“ But would two souls have found each other,Continue reading ““I wish I could have loved you in better days.””

Tale about confessing

Through wooden grids his words had lured her, just as they had lured so many.Had lured those asking for relief.Those in fear of tomorrow.Carrying nightmares in their hearts.Having seen too much of a burning world. His words promised wisdom of the world and of beyond.Of understanding and of soothing.From someone who had seen a lot.MuchContinue reading “Tale about confessing”

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”

Dystopia faith

Her heart did not believe in the earth to still be there tomorrow.So she ran too fast.She missed her step, and broke her legs. The aching heart never believed in the air to be enough for more than a night.So she swallowed it all.She sighed in too deeply, and coughed out her soul. The witchingContinue reading “Dystopia faith”

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”

Choking tale

Life before witching took place … … when breathing into a chestcovered in fabricand held back by ribbonsto never let go. … when a tongue was tastingwhat teeth were chewingfor a pitfearing to be full. … when eyes sawwhatever was expectedonly to ignore the shadowrushing in the corner. But what if … … someone takesContinue reading “Choking tale”

Tale across the wall

A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.Which was meant to keep her safeand hidden from the world. And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling? Did she stumble?Did she fall?Land down on the pavement?Scratch her knee?Or break her ankle?Has she been seen?Caught by jealous eyes?Found bleeding on theContinue reading “Tale across the wall”

Tale about losing a heart

“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”

Empathic Dystopia

A witch once walked the earth with a heart ready to jump out of her chest. Ready to burn. Attempting to drown. Carrying the weight of a dying world, she needed to sense herself. To see her face. To hear her voice. But not in a mirror, and not in a lake, or in theContinue reading “Empathic Dystopia”

Words a witch once sang

“I was living by the lake.I had you by my side.And when you left,I was so sad,I tried to drown myself. When I had jumped right off the cliffMy heart could not waitTo disappear into the wavesOf my favourite lake. But just when it had swallowed meIt spit me right outJust so enough above itsContinue reading “Words a witch once sang”

Tale about summoning

The witch had her cauldron ready.It was ready, when eyes could not see.It was hidden from a world that had forgotten to dream.When the sun was rising reluctantly.When the rain did not drum.When the wind did not sing,but scream.When the void was forming.When the shape was ready,and it fit a lost someone.When land had burned.WhenContinue reading “Tale about summoning”

Tale about moonless nights

To see the moon turn bloody the other night, my witch and I took a late walk, and as we came across a part of the forest which I always loved to see in nights enlightened by the moon and feared deeply in the dark nights of its absence, I admitted to her how thoseContinue reading “Tale about moonless nights”

Tale about losing you

“Once I considered you a friend, But then you said that things were going to be fine when all that ever was were waves of death leaving no air to breathe. Once I considered you a lover, But then you promised to come back although you saw the path connecting us on fire. And IContinue reading “Tale about losing you”

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.”