A Girl and A Broom

She wanted to watch him bleedFrom nothing else but her bite marksShe was possessiveAs if to own his soul was not enoughShe wanted him there beggingOn his knees with tears in his eyesBegging like a dog in heatWith sad whimperingNo wordsShe wanted raw emotionFull of unknown and passionAt least that’s what she told herselfBut she…

A Witch’s Farewell

In the morning Before the sun rises My love, you must leave me behind Run to the hills on where the tulips grow in spring There you will find a letter buried beneath the snow It will be the last of its kind For tonight I must pass on to another world Run as far…