Darkness at 4 AM in late September. I was laying still and trying to sleep, while my witch was still awake, listening to the screaming of the storm outside our window. „Layla?“, I asked. „What makes a witch?“She did not answer, but I knew that she had heard me.„I mean“, I tried to explain myself,Continue reading “What makes a witch, Layla?”
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Of all the tales that could have been
Dreams tainted in blood,having become a shadow on an empty wall to stare at,embracing the echo of a sparkle having died within a lost moment in time.Just let it drown. Hidden deep inside,the part with all the warmth and the oh!-so beating heart,that urges to wake up and fight for things so close to theContinue reading “Of all the tales that could have been”
How witches are
Witches are and are not. Witches can be seen by eager eyes, and enter the world once Dystopia has struck. Witches are because in this world there is loss and there is pain, and loss and pain cannot exist alone. Alone, they make no sense, and how to bear great suffering with no sense toContinue reading “How witches are”
Of all the things that never were
Hope for worlds to collide, crash into each other, and merge and change, take little things from each other, and become something new. But there was only a moment, in which two worlds gently touched. A second for a soft and tickling heartbeat to promise something. Something to never happen, but still leave a scar,Continue reading “Of all the things that never were”
Vanilla and death
Vanilla scented horror, when she‘s dying. What to do, when out of daydreams?Unable to wish for things, to dream.When the world has turned into something.Something that does not require us.But inside we still exist. I am barely a person anymore, because I‘ve been vibrating too much on that last frequency, so that no light wouldContinue reading “Vanilla and death”
Mistress witch writes 