“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”
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My perfect witching dream
My perfect witching dreamis you waving at me from across the old hallof that very old train stationwhere we once metwhen Dystopia had noteaten up our souls yetand we would meet therewith other people all aroundtheir voices and their laughterand we would not carejust running onto each otherand showing each otherwhat wounded bits and partsContinue reading “My perfect witching dream”
The things we burn for
I am holding my breathbecause the air I could breatheis not filled with youalthough I want it to. I stayed awakeand ran through the nightto the end of the worldlooking for you. I am not laughingbut I am embracingthe whole worldfor a second. I am not sadbut I am mourningthe world for it existsat all.Continue reading “The things we burn for”
Tale about breaking
Once these eyes are openand don‘t see youI have to understand this strange worldall over again. Once these eyes are moving aroundin their leaking holesthey search for blue, yellow and greenfinding nothing but red. Once I am awakeI am breaking apartlearning the truth once againwithout you. Because once I am restingmy soul resets meand IContinue reading “Tale about breaking”
Words of a witch
„Early in my life, I had to understand that my family was broken and very soon stopped being real. Then, I experienced passionate love to turn into rage and result in knifes being pointed. The last thing to which I committed were my friends, and now that is gone too. There once was a warmContinue reading “Words of a witch”
Dystopia love
It‘s hard for you to get out of yourselfso I want to be under your skin. I want to hidethere in your shadowin your warmthbecause you know my painand I can guess those wordsthat are too hard for you to say. I want to be under your skinat least for once. I deny the spacethatContinue reading “Dystopia love”
Tale about witchcraft
Another night following a glowing evening in spring.We are sitting on my kitchen floor.No ice cream, this time.„Layla, I have been screaming too loud, lately“, I say to my witch. „It‘s your turn, now.“„My turn?“„Yes, this is your story, after all“, I remind both of us. Layla grins her witching grin. „That‘s right“, she saysContinue reading “Tale about witchcraft”
I’m still saying these things
You‘re not here anymoreand I‘m still saying these things. I‘m still saying these thingsthat I did not ever want to say before,that I did not even joke about. You‘re goneand I‘m still saying these thingsthat I wanted to say to you. I‘m still saying these thingsalthough you can‘t hear me. But I‘m still saying theseContinue reading “I’m still saying these things”
Flashing back
Good morning. How is your tea? Good. How is the cupcake? Delicious. I am having flashbacks to when Sophie and Kim left. Yes, me too. The snow is melting. It is getting warmer. The sky was pink in the morning. Beautiful. I am so homesick! Me too. The trees are still bare. Still almost dead.Continue reading “Flashing back”
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.
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”
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”
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”
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”
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”
A lucky knot in this weird universe
I am going to collect everything that is not broken yet, and put all the lucky knots of this weird universe in one place, for once. „Are you already done with everything that‘s broken?“, Layla is mocking me. No, I am not. How could I. Things that break lay scattered into thousands of shards andContinue reading “A lucky knot in this weird universe”
Being loved by a witch
Being loved by a witchand you‘ll never have to search the shadowsthe demons have already been given a cookie. Being loved by a witchbut don‘t be scared.A soul is crying out to you. Being loved by a witchmeans I‘ll drink this bottle of wine and have sex with youalthough you‘re gone so long. Being lovedContinue reading “Being loved by a witch”
The witch and the needle
This witch once reached for a needleto do nothing morethan patch some socks.And there it had already happened:she was a woman with a needle. This witch now was a creaturethat had always been therealways been right next to you,but now seemed capableto rip this world apart. Has this witch ever doneanything else thanpatching some socksContinue reading “The witch and the needle”
Dystopia goes on
I am sitting on the couch and I can‘t move. My feet are wet and dry socks are just two steps away from me. But I don‘t want to move, because once I‘ve moved, I would also have to bring the laundry into the basement and put it up to dry, and also get theContinue reading “Dystopia goes on”
Ice cream and daydreams
When walking homemy arms full ofa box of donuts and a cup of ice cream,I was so sad. I was so sadand I was wearing blackand even hiding half my face under a dark cloth,and I cried. I criedand you never knewhow sad I was and it made mecry even more. It made mecry evenContinue reading “Ice cream and daydreams”
Dreaming of kissing strangers
Missing those times, when there were just strangers. Discovering those eyes of his,and how they conquer the world,and are wounds ripped into this face,giving a clear view into shadows. Missing those times, when coffee and cake made up another witching dream. When skin on skin was thoughtand a beating heartgave away a violet sparkle. MissingContinue reading “Dreaming of kissing strangers”
“At least let me be dead inside.”
„I don‘t care. I‘m dead inside, remember?“ A decision had been made. The leaves were orange and red as they flew by my window, while raindrops painted into the view. Before me on the table lay two wooden needles and wool in shades of copper. For the perfect autumn feeling, I would need a hotContinue reading ““At least let me be dead inside.””
I need another witching dream!
There is a new day to begin,There is a stranger to become familiar.But there is no voice to be found down this throat.There is a space which had once been filled with something, and now seems to be shrinking. Maybe it was lost,flew out while screaming too loud,and is now wandering the night as anContinue reading “I need another witching dream!”
“If I let you hurt me, I’ll be one of your pretty girls.”
Today, I‘m going to be brave. Just as brave as my witch. I have found my nice man with a needle, and I will be strong.„If I let you hurt me, I‘ll be one of your pretty girls,, right?“, I sing to myself, while taking off the black dress with the purple ribbons. Way tooContinue reading ““If I let you hurt me, I’ll be one of your pretty girls.””
If it were
I wish it were deadly enough to give me one last kiss after which I could honeslty say goodbye and leave in peace. Not completely in peace.But still with a sweet,and sparkling,and ticklingof lifethat makes it possible to to greet deathwith lips just kissedand skin just touchedand needs just satisfied. I wish it were deadlyContinue reading “If it were”
You wanted to know how the Basilisk kills, boy.
You wanted to know how the Basilisk kills, boy.You wanted to breath the same air as the most vivid witching dream that bound the dream of having you to this broken chest. You wanted to feel the poisonous dream climbing out of this mind spiraling around sensing you, infecting the air with the deepest desireContinue reading “You wanted to know how the Basilisk kills, boy.”
Tomorrow never came
Eyes ripped into this facegiving away darkness.Something‘s hiding deep inside,not wanting to be seen,but still waiting for eyes, for thoughts to be gentle. You let me look into it,You let me explore them,and I wanted to reach out to them,and put my hands, my lips, my words onto whereveryour soul was leaking out. Why rushContinue reading “Tomorrow never came”
Witching poem
Violet and sugar Vanilla and death Witches are always guilty in dreams. Of all the tales that could have been Of all the things that never were I need another witching dream.
Dystopia lives
Surviving DystopiaSurviving the bearing of a heart,an oh! – so beating heart.Surviving meansit is still beating,and Dystopia means,it bears dark things. Waves of horrorand waves of agonywhen second for secondand minute for minutethrough eternity after alwaysthe heart asks for thingsthis world no longer displays. Until the skinburned up in desireonce tickled and floodedwith warmth fromContinue reading “Dystopia lives”
Mistress witch writes 