child of rust birthed of dust, passenger clouds make heaven shrouds, open your eyes, deserted cries, forgotten ages of societies vast, prophetic pages now apocalypse past: a stench blew in like rot meets ruin, a storm stirring sand, cup water in hand, drink child of dust, birthed of rust cities– bow back the sea swordContinue reading “Child of Rust”
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18- Brises and Banes
If the people from the time I was born heard me refer to their Brisbane city (that might not actually be their city) as “Brises and Banes” do you think they’d throw a hissy fit?
Ruin it all
Dr. Mizto came one day. The army tried fighting them and wound up wounded by their poison tongue and weight, but some doctors
Descend/Deserve & Brainwash
Drug me and put me in a uniform, Your Honor, make me your sorry slave. They do so much for me, don’t they?
Restore/Reorder
I’ve figured me out: I do something stupid or nasty then I feel bad. Then I punish myself. Like, I exiled you. Now I write letters to you
Seasons
How many years had passed since I graduated? Golly, I hadn’t kept track. A lot in The City. A lot more in the Realm of Green Dragons. But even before I left, I was older than any
Jordyn Saelor 