Step 1: find out where the strings of fate are leading me. Step 2: do not that. Step 3: catch karma in the act of correcting me and take it prisoner.
Category Archives: poetry
is Superman coming
I had a dream where the fate strings just ran in a circle. Three of them, braided in a cord, just threads, really, sage green, gold and red-brown–and they just spun in a circle like a ferris wheel you could never get off
flap your wings
I said I want to defy gravity but practically, what does that look like? Well. Let’s make a list of the facts: I became a witch, which very few
raise your hands
all that rises someday dies, where does this leave us, should we cry, head must conquer guilt and shame heart must seek power and fame
praises
the spirit and I parted like a lightning bolt leaving a cloud—I screamed bloody thunder while my insides
22- I lied,
of course I did. I said I broke up my tyrant heart like a planet, like all the little bits of me (stomach, lungs, skin) warred
I trips
The spirit and I got along fine. One time, I cried for a whole day while the spirit experimented
iowioieoiagjoa ;ajao;i
having a spirit possess you was pretty boring, actually. After the initial confusion where they screamed about being dragged to a material world
Maybe
this all rises from the root of childhood. The very foundation of understanding I built before conscious awareness, in order to make sense of the world.
I could be queen forever
screw karma screw consequence screw action and affiliation and strings of fate leading me blindly along to some divine end, screw
Jordyn Saelor 