With Simone Munnik

Make up by Johan Funkster

Photos by Tegan Smith Photography

Earrings - Killstar

Nun Costume - Dolls Kill

Lace Skirt - YDE

Cross necklace - Zuri

Trinity boots - Demonia

Come follow me. We're all sinners down here. You know how they say hell is empty? I've seen way too many devils in my time. The trick is, we see them all wrong. The treat is, once you see, the cleansing begins. Don't let the bloodletting scare you, it's natural. Those tears will dry and you'll never have closed eyes again. I will wear the red like warrior paint. Now they'll know that I have vision. I have crimson hands from years of exsanguination. Not mine of course but yours, oh boy. I grow stronger. I find tourniquets. Eventually the others are fully drained, architects of their own misfortune. I promise I had little to do with it.

I took the hard road. I walked through the fire to find freaks like me. There's a doll girl who plays a fair game. I fell in love with the skeleton boy whose head bleeds above my bed. The jack-o'-lantern always has vampires for me to meet. I so miss my witches up north with their faithful kitty cats. We seem like the scary ones sometimes because our rituals appear all too strange. We're just curious late bloomers who believe in magic. There's more than one plain to walk on, a whole realm is out there. Join us. You won't be sorry.

Hair Colour - Verushka at Scar

Make Up - Clanelle Burger at MAC

Earrings - Lovisa

Choker - Lovisa

Sweater - Killstar

Skirt - YDE

Bag - Chanel

Tights - Topshop

Boots - Zando

I'm a sea witch. A moon worshipper. Tempestuous like the ocean. Full of magic like that moon. I was so free and happy that night, dancing like I was seventeen, making every evening Halloween, covered in fake blood, my eyes black and my lips green.

We're sitting on red velvet chairs when I take my hair down while he's talking and all of a sudden he can't finish his sentences between blushes and breathy laughs. Spellbound. I stole a glance at his feet to see whether they were pointing at me because I once heard that your body language spills all of your secrets. He knocks all sorts of things onto the floor and I smile; it's the potion.

Something always seems to melt when we're together. The candle wax is dripping through cracks in my glass table, drying itself stuck to the carpet below while we kiss. The hot sun is beating down on a massage bar to decorate my floor with glitter and oil while we sleep. I feel him twitch as he dreams of me and I'm at ease. Apples are too obvious but a sweet dessert still does the trick. I've got this fixed. I push him over the edge and watch him fall.

He's getting up now. How? I laugh nervously. I sip the elixir before I spy the label. It's not mine. I run out into the hallway. I try to break the glass in case of emergency and my allies block me, but this is an emergency and I want to feel the water rain down on me. I want to see if I can melt too because I think that's a better way for a witch to go than to be beaten at her own game and damn it...I just caught sight of his flame.