poetry – Page 14 – Jordyn Saelor

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

21- spirit

The thing is, humans of my time talked about heart versus head to represent feeling

Die da dah/Rie ra rah

So I said, how do you shapeshift into a demon? Those and dragons aren’t in any of the books or

lie la lah/Mie ma mah

don’t you ever worry about right and wrong? Don’t you have a tug of war inside yourself between being good to people and taking what you know you can? Between respecting the

19- Doctor don’t care (about) [how to get rid of guilt]

Is my appearance why the patients gawk, Dr. Mizto asked, motioning to their torso. Yeah, probably, I said, but it’s not your middle that’s the issue

Borderline Bapple Bong

So there was a turf war. And it’d been six weeks, not just a couple—yes, the skyscrapers stood for that long. And no one called anything “rioting” anymore. And the questionnaire was about

Box Boy, Boil Boy

I left the realm of snow and ice the second time, returned to the forest around Brisbane and followed Dr. Mizto by the odor of brimstone

Boulders and Bars

Never trust an old man who wants to buy you a drink; that’s what your Dada always said when we went out for the night and you were like–yeah Dad