queer fantasy author and poet
I can take it. I can take all the hailstorms and the lightning and the caterpillars eating my leaves. I can prove it, I can be the softest, most emotionally vulnerable saint you have ever seen, I will care about every soul who crosses my path and hand out compliments and be kind to everyone.
I’m sorry, no you can’t, you are mortal
So I have been thinking about this video a lot, and more importantly, the whole trend in the world leading to stuff like these anti-trans/LGBTQ+ bills in the U.S.
Triton’s turrets burn–once a glistening gem beneath sapphire seas, now a
Buy my price, point my blade, Under cover of stars I Reap souls, steal them from the Night. — Take these coins, assassin–avenge my Home, my Isolated throne, thieves have Stolen all I own. — Claim me and I’ll cauterize these wicked villains, I’ll feed on your vengeance, Tell me, princess, will you–for queen andContinue reading “Assassin/Candle Castle Crown”
Find me a thesaurus for the flowers of the nose, everyone knows our language is lacking–where are the words for tulips smell, daffodil smell, rose scent, they’re all distinct, yes?
Maybe I could bring up a topic I like Maybe I could disagree just one time Maybe I could suggest I’m right when I know I am Maybe I could quit smiling when I don’t feel so glad Maybe I could say no when I don’t want to — There’s a compulsive people pleaser burrowedContinue reading “When the People Pleaser Plays Pretend”
“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,
or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe
Quiet hands don’t tap the desk quiet hands don’t flap quiet hands cause no problems quiet hands hide in your lap quiet mouths say “fine,” “I’m sorry,” “my bad”
Pick a side, any side, we don’t care, we just like you mad, cuz mad people’s glares blind them in the mouth of fangs ready to chew up strangers like foolish prey.
The well in my heart leaks out salt wishes like this: despite my best attempts to never go back, my tears– like portals– open windows over cities and centuries and pour storms upon you to water your garden. *** A thematic part 1 buy me a pizza
Jordyn Saelor