poetry – Page 3 – Jordyn Saelor

out the door

I am grateful for Simone burning my hair off so it didn’t end up as stone, I am grateful for my sea god genes so only

How much a soul worth? Well easy, we just say a spirit worth a bag of M&M’s, but when shipped from halfway ‘cross the world and in a foreign script, that bag’s a little less, easy to forget. Age makes ’em stale, makes ’em trash. A bag of blue-eyed M&M’s matters more, but a bagContinue reading “Cavalier Spirit”

to break a curse

The rats and I had agreed I would break their curse and they’d let me free. Of course, they never

Every Seed/a World

My body is an earth of liquid with its oceans rising, the cool detachment apathy is melting

Testing Anxiety

Pressure to perform no pleasure or conform sure, my soul’s a storm in every heated prickle of my skin, the thoughts swirling up my brain (like this thought (and this thought too ( this thought (and this thought too( PARENTHESES BREAK))) psychoanalyze the direction my iris flies can’t escape the way my gaze slides downContinue reading “Testing Anxiety”

in 3 years’ time

in three years I think I aged twenty, from a little girl to a teen in ratty clothing and poorly brushed hair. But I learned runes,

I keep calling for this rain

If you quell the pain, prickles remain, and I feel so detached from the past, I could be a stranger in the memories of danger, like they burn a different skin. I wanna heal from the thunder squeal, but my midnight brain plays the game “How can we twist imagination’s eye to warp this pictureContinue reading “I keep calling for this rain”

Ruse/never lose

“It seems we’re at an impasse,” the blankets told the rats, “I won’t free you until you promise to let us out that door.”

The truth the rats told

the truth the rats told is not the truth I asked for. I asked why they didn’t stop the bullies and if they were lying to me about the curse but they just said watch out for that codependent demon in your arms

frag

The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”