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”
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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”
Nostalgic tale
I fall in loveWith momentsAnd if theyScatterI will collectTheir shardsand let thementerdeep intomy skinto feeland tasteand bethis momentone more time. “Most of these recipes are just nostalgia dressed in blood”, I say while reading one of my witch’s old books in my garden scented candle light, and Layla giggles into her bottle of wine. “Isn’tContinue reading “Nostalgic tale”
Mistress witch writes 