You know how Harley Quinn sees violence and it’s not ugly, It’s all sparkles and flowers and fountains and furbished mirth upon a javelin? It’s crazy how we all compartmentalize violence like that, it’s crazy how commonplace death is, when I was ten I promised never to hurt another living thing but then had toContinue reading “Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle”
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stronghold
In the story books I read at home, the captured maiden was always blindfolded or asleep and never knew where her captors took her until
embrace
They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible
Giving Hand/Neverland
Bring out the hook, line and sinker, baited by a gelatinous tinker bell, sizzle in a liter pan, I’m so silly cookin’ for Billy gook and the hook and the shook captain’s crocodile tock– what’s the difference between a gator and a croc? One’s a juice, one’s a shoe, ask wikipedia for the truth, IContinue reading “Giving Hand/Neverland”
Mild Artist Obsession
3 days ago I discovered this musician/editor/dancer/video director named DPR Ian, and I’m currently obsessed.
squeal of the things
previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/10/03/hunger-of-the-things/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** “It burns!” the upper blanket squealed. “Run!” the middle blanket cried. “Clargor fristhimnba–” the lower blanket hissed, then they all vanished from my back so I could see everything. The trees moved. Roots thrust up from the ground to stab back down and pull their trunks through theContinue reading “squeal of the things”
dear dystopia of it all
I don’t break all at once, I erode into dust, sands of insanity carve sandstone sculptures (oh so pretty), dear dysmorphia,
Hunger of the things
I tried to avoid getting near the trees, but the further we walked, the closer they got and I wasn’t about to go back to the demon door
Like a Vibe in a First Draft
This poem is something I wrote at the beginning of the 1st draft of So Speaks the Ruinous Light (the book I just published… Which can be found at this link
Silence of the things
Eyes watched us from the sparse trees, belonging to bodies too still to distinguish from the dappled shadows
Jordyn Saelor 