(by Tammy Bohlens, October 2019)
Charlotte sat down on her windowsill that night.
and in fear,
she started to sing a painful drunken melody
to the rhythm of the broken coughing sounds behind her back.
„Oh moon, oh dear,
you fill out the sky tonight.
Look at me crying,
we all can see him dying.
Please come through this window,
fill our lives with your mercyful light.“
After five nights of filling the gloomy night air with her trembling voice,
the moon finally had pity with her.
He climbed down the stars,
put his soft glowing hand on her wet cheeks,
and whispered his offer into her ear.
She had the choice to save the life of
her true love,
who was on his death bed,
but she would be the moons lover,
and once a month,
she would sing only for him with
her body and soul.
Charlotte accepted the deal.
A few days passed and the moon
followed his promise.
She could feel the hands of her one true love warming up again,
he began to talk again.
They expressed their love to each other
and made plans for the future.
A month passed and the moon returned
in his full glory.
He claimed his right and called his lover to be with him and sing for him.
That night was the first of many,
that Charlottes eyes turned red.
She greeted the moon with a sweet
And the first thing that the newly awakened, thirsty beast inside of her saw,
was her human husband,
quietly sleeping in the bed next to her.
She found him wounded between the weeds one day,
but the crown on his head shined bright.
He led the way to find his castle in the trees,
So close to each others chest,
their hearts began to blend into one.
they walked in circles.
And afraid of losing his only companion,
he would never let her know,
that this headpiece was just stolen.
(by Tammy Bohlens, August 2019)
Everyone in the family knew deep inside,
that there was something wrong with
Sometimes, you could hear footsteps walking through the living room on the ground floor
and every once in a while,
we would find Mr. Wiggles food spilled all over the kitchen floor.
My twin aunts visited us regularly for tea and scones.
Like every teenage girl,
I thought they were annoying.
I couldn‘t bare listening to their talks about politics and finances for a long time,
so I started staring at the big grandfather clock in our living room instead.
I listened to its calming beat and watched the pendulum swing.
For my 14th birthday,
I threw a sleepover.
Five girls from my school were invited.
We played card games,
braided our hair and ate bowls of sweets.
My parents woke up the next morning to
all the girls crying and screaming.
It cut off their hair at night.
Everyone‘s, but mine.
They obviously thought I did it,
but me and my parents knew better.
I started finding weird things in my closet.
At first, it were only a few hairs and stains on my freshly washed dresses.
My socks were always wet,
like someone had drooled all over them.
Over time, a few hairs turned into big piles
of human hair.
It was collecting and had build a nest out of it.
One day, I woke up to a little cluster of toenails carefully placed on my nightstand.
I noticed that they were mine when I saw all the colors they were painted in.
I didn‘t know if it was a gift
or if it just wanted to scare me.
In the evening, I decided to gather some of Mr. Wiggles food to keep it calm and quiet.
I put it in the closet every night
before I went to bed.
It was rumbling from time to time.
Today, I noticed the clock‘s sound was dull
and heavy and something dark and long
was stuck between the doors of the clock.
I made the plan to come back at night
so I sneaked down the great stairs at 12 o‘ clock.
When I stood directly in front of the clock‘s doors, I listened closely.
It was a minute after midnight,
but there was no gong.
I realised that thing stuck in the doors was
a hair of mine.
I pulled on it.
At the root of the hair was another one attached in a knot,
and another one,
and another one...
I pulled further.
It didn‘t seem to end,
but then something growled from the inside and pulled heavily.
It was strong.
I was too weak.
The door slammed open and I got pulled in.
(by Tammy Bohlens, July 2019)