I’d never lived among people shorter than me. These brown people weren’t even that much shorter, just half a head or so but standing with my eyes above the people
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Roses are overdone
so I thought, could I bring a fresh new twist to this metaphor of love and thorns? Could I bring attention to the roots, the leaves, the multitude of colors? Or have those also been overused to death? ~~ Hey, here’s a brainstorm idea: in ancient Asia and Europe, they bred roses to have moreContinue reading “Roses are overdone”
offer on the table
Here’s the offer: I swallow the bomb of my trauma and it keeps me silent unless I spew it. Mouth full of metal, peanut butter on the roof of my fridge, I won’t take the deal cuz I know you never had to bleed like the moon for a miracle, never wore so many scarsContinue reading “offer on the table”
go when you feel alone
Where do you go when you feel alone? I go to another page, spitballing ideas like something profound will come out of it. Nothing changes, you know that. Things change. Of course they do. They change so much that they tornado into cycles. Rinse, repeat, here we go again. But you’re rarely around for theContinue reading “go when you feel alone”
caricaur lore
The moon winked out. The silver glow to the water faded and the liquid arms suffocating
sentry/century
the empire was born in a century of watchers, the watchers vanished shortly after. the empire reigns with the blessing of heaven, heaven glares with cloudless oppression. the empire conquered the last king, the last king reigned with the blessing of heaven, when the skies rained and rivers grew wellsprings. ~~ The watchers wore theirContinue reading “sentry/century”
how to kill a time lord
When the caricaurs went back to the lake the next dawn, I was so thirsty only the water concerned me. But they were hardly watching, just bringing me along like a pet or something, so when they set me down
a land of sulfur stone
Let go of me an inch, I’ll fall a mile. I want the sky to fling me wide open as a glitched witch’s sleep-bleary soul, pouring like a portal from the demon toll. Let me rumble the rift beneath earth skin, landscape shrub acne, river drool, put me down beneath the untamed wilds, hearts untethered,Continue reading “a land of sulfur stone”
bye a bite/hi a hope
Don’t worry, everyone, the joblin thing is harmless, he’s just confused about who he is since the dracans got him first and convinced him they were the good guys,
if you stare
The caricaurs all looked at me and said no, we definitely tried the lake first and a whole group of dracans fought us, that’s why we went for the town at the crack of dawn