The Covenless Witch

29/01/2026

It feels like a part of me died with you, I feel less for life without you, I can't see anything anymore, I can't taste anything anymore, your life cut so short so quickly, we planned to live together and grow old together, we planned to always look after each other and even though I failed countless times to look after you I planned to make it up to you, I wanted to show up for you in the most meaningful ways that you needed and now I can't, you've left me here, you took your laugh, smile, presence with you, I feel abandoned, I feel slighted, I still need you, please come back, please for one more year, decade, please Vee, I need you please don't do this, please don't stay away, please come back, you were home and now what will I do?

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14/08/2025

Just a general FYI, I support women who misbehave, who rebel against the status quo, who exist in deviation of the norm, infact I adore women like that, women who scribble as apposed to writing, women who paint over as apposed to colouring in the lines, women who gulp their drink in one sip as apposed to 100 sips, women who sit with their legs open, burp out loud, laugh out loud and stare uncomfortability into men, I adore women who choose violence over diplomacy in the face of injustice, I love women who choose violence over diplomacy in the face of ukuqhelwa ikaka, I adore the queerness of black womanhood, I adore the women who speak out of turn and spit at respectability politics, I adore women who undo borders and take down categories, I adore women who enjoy the androgyny of being black unapologetically, I adore women who fill up spaces with the scent of their rebellion and disrespect, I love women who's bodies don't fit any of the moulds so they take up space to break moulds, I love women who's bodies are as rebellious as their spirit, women who's bare faces look like defiance and reckless abandon of respect, I absolutely, positively, austentaciously love them with all of my being! ❤️❤️❤️

30/07/2025

I write to breathe
Write for the hearts that have stopped feeling,
write for the eyes that have stopped seeing light,
write for the shards of self that are lost...

15/07/2025

My mother told me that friends are a bad idea
So I found family instead
You see for me the idea of being alone is awesome but loneliness is not an option I can afford.

15/07/2025

I keep looking for memories because I am unhappy with my present existence

Look I don't know where to put my happy thoughts because over time my minds furniture became only equipped for survival

I haven't a clue what to do with fresh milk so I let it spoil and then I cry

Sometimes in my bed at night I carve out a place for my anxiety and depression to find comfort and lay next to me through out the night

Most days are hard but that's okay because that's normal for everyone right?

I don't have a wallet anymore because I've run out of F*$ # to give.

But

I do want to make new memories.

I went searching for new mental furniture preferably something that can contain happy thoughts sometimes and enjoy frivolity again.

I no longer have space for spoiled milk now I'm always getting myself a new carton with every morning

Most days are still hard but I work out now so I can have enough strength and energy to push through.

My pockets are starting to fill up with some f*$ # to give so I'm going to need a new wallet for Christmas.