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”
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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”
These empty months
Nights grew longer, and lights began to shine and twinkle and burn as they only ever did when autumn arrived. My witch and I were thinking about how all these empty months had been, and how even they had been filled with things, just not the things that had been expected. Not with certain wordsContinue reading “These empty months”
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!”
Why witches are not afraid of the dark
Witches are not afraid of the dark, because there is nothing left waiting for them in there. There is nothing left hiding in the dark that they have not met yet, and they know it. The nightmares have already come true, when with a black clot and painful twist in the universe something or someoneContinue reading “Why witches are not afraid of the dark”
“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”
Life is unfair. Death even more.
Layla wanted chocolate.After having her around for months, this did not really surprise me, anymore.But this one night, she did not only want chocolate, and also not only wine. She was reaching for the marshmallows and put one on a pencil to melt it over a vanilla scented candle when she asked. „Can I borrowContinue reading “Life is unfair. Death even more.”
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”
What makes a witch, Layla?
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?”
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”
How witches love
Witches fall in love. Witches fall in love with tragedies.Witches fall in love, and someone had been really happy and uplifted enough to embrace the universe, to have it all end with blood shed. Witches as such do not exist. A witch was probably married as the nice person next door. Turning into the niceContinue reading “How witches love”
Violet and sugar
When autumn arrived, I took my witch shopping. We strolled through a city emptied and distanced. We were not distanced. We were close. Really close. When it began to rain, she giggled into my ear, and we got wet.The lights so beautifully bright, because autumn made them brighter, as every year.We bought face masks withContinue reading “Violet and sugar”
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”
The loneliness of witching
If there are no candles scented with all your deepest wishes to ever come true, no dances for the northern star to bring a lover back to stay as fix within your life as its own light points out north, why even do witchcraft? Why carry sheets tainted in blood, or an umbilical cord withContinue reading “The loneliness of witching”
Dealing with witches
How has the world dealt with witches?With unwanted individuals, having become the center of hysteria in the face of danger? How were they identified and proven guilty? First of all, you accuse a witch in public, where they cannot easily escape. Make sure that there are witnesses, so that the witch cannot win anyone over,Continue reading “Dealing with witches”
Bonding with demons
Witches, as demons, are very lonely. Witches are no threat. Since anyone can be accused of witchcraft, simply for a magical glow in their eyes or having the longest hair, there is no more danger in them than any person living next door. You do not want them to ring your doorbell at 4 AM,Continue reading “Bonding with demons”
The tragedy of witching
Witches are not real and witchcraft does not work. There are no candles scented with the power to convince a former lover to return, no violet clouds to be cooked in the backyard for eternal youth. This is only one of the witches tragedies. They live in a world in which something needed to beContinue reading “The tragedy of witching”
A leaking soul
I bleed like Vanilla. Why is he not here to lick my leaking soul? My leaking soul that loses sweet daydreams everywhere it goes as small drops of joy turning into a sea to drown in. Why aren‘t his eyes, his lips, his hands closer to the hole that opened up, that his presence openedContinue reading “A leaking soul”
Drowning
How come, he was the one to let me drown? How come, he was the one to push? Did he? No, he just left. How come, he was the one to leave? He had left, and the blood inside this veins was dry. And as you know, witches have transformed themselves into something from beyond.Continue reading “Drowning”
How the Basilisk kills
Witches dream just how the Basilisk kills. They have the most vivid dreams, that infect the world while spreading out of their eyes and into the air and through another pair of eyes into somebody to inflame their soul. Just as the Basilisk kills through poisoning the air, the witch infects the soul with desiresContinue reading “How the Basilisk kills”
Why witches burn
The image of the burning witch has become legendary. It is a known fact from history that certain, unique individuals have been burned by the stake for centuries, while the legend of the merciful executioner breaking their neck just before the suffering begins is mostly fiction. But why exactly do witches burn? Or more specifically,Continue reading “Why witches burn”
Why dreams matter in witching
Why do dreams play such an important role for witching? Why not whispering forgotten languages at midnight, or cooking violet clouds in the backyard? The answer is simple. For centuries, people have been believing that witches transform the world. Witches kill the harvest, poison the air, and bring the greatest storms upon us. Witches damageContinue reading “Why dreams matter in witching”
Mistress witch writes 