..witches cry..

In the forest

blood always looks so good in the morning..don't you think?
guys just don't bleed..they look down and every time they see the same thing- and it comes to this- blood or no blood, with them it is just no blood all the way. Maybe that's why we feel so much for these poor soldiers who do bleed, but they're in pain, our blood is something else, a mystery.
I put some sugar in my tea today because it was too real, I always want it to be just like these tea cups they serve to the princesses and princes in those fairy tales where everyone's happy and there's only one black witch who's miserable. But it's not wrong, that the witches are miserable..or at least no one cares about the witch. I don't think that the witch chose to be mean and evil but when the sugar delivery gets only to the royal pink palace, what can she do? so she needs some attention
you're all witches, all of you. so she becames so bad until she forgets the taste of real sugar on her bubbly tongue. Sometimes she even takes some harmless hair from even more harmless creatures, and she has this huge spoon that everyone has and she puts on fire, like everyone does and all she does is waiting for the magic to occur. Then she looks at the window a couple of times, gazing at the glass and then at herself, all she can see is her little owl who tells jokes from time to time. Yes..it's only the witch and her owl in fact she's not even a witch in her house- she's just a black lady..she had started to be a witch only at the palace, you know..that place where they have the tea and the parties, so there. and the palace's villagers ( they are villagers after all..) always think that the witch is after them, yes, they are sure that every single thing is after them, after their precious tea and sugar.. but the witch and the rest, they learned how to live without their sweet sugar. She didn't even think about them, and the black woman even felt so sad sometimes..only because she had no one to pour soup to, even the owl stopped consuming her soup, he couldn't take it anymore, even if he cared- and he did, I swear. So the black woman cries every night near her window, and her soup's getting cold and all the blurbs on the witch's books seem so outrageous..so she burns them. the woman can't learn how to cry, unlike the sweet blonde princess who is taught to be a lady, the witch cries like herself..like a black woman, and the palace thinks it's her way to threat her coming.. that famous laugh..isn't a laugh even..it's one melancholic outcry.

And then the witch wants out, when the owl flies away, she sees his wings and wants to join him. So the broom is waiting there and she's getting on, she flies up and you can even see her in the light on the moon but then she falls and the princess sees her and screams : " Ooooh! oooh! witch ! aa.aa..witch!!! " and just like the wonderful professors had taught her, she's catching the witch and bars her in a dusty room ( the witch doesn't mind , she's used to it. oh..and now she's a witch since we're in the palace, look what can it do to one's name) and in a new creative way
they kill the witch
usually with hot boiling water
with a sprinkle of sugar
for a sweet death

good night
Natalie