Sliptide’s sleeping lover dozed in the den, yet mud from hundreds of years of monsoons had nearly closed the opening. I didn’t unblock it, though, since she still had several thousand
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sow chaos
I stayed until the night’s life left my wrinkled skin and white hair as old as ever, but I was so scared to check if Sliptide got her memories back that of course I punished myself by tracking her down
13- the tyrant
I wandered the Realm of Green Dragons for seasons, hunted skins for tents and sandals, took a few emerald scales from a sleeping dragon’s swampy cave
In gradients
Green dragons are immortal. Nights hunt dragons. I’m not a dragon or a dragonologist but I do
Bind & Kind
Eat up, she said. You’ll need your strength, she said. If you’re bent on entering the astral plane, I can try to help, she said. But remember when I said, she said, we do
6- up again
(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the
My first hero
The copper dome could’ve been a school or a mansion or a hill somebody polished. But people definitely lived inside, I could hear them talking, their machines buzzing, noises drifting to the mesa like heartbeats through a demon’s
3- born
I emerged from the school in a thunderstorm, surrounded by strangers banging pots and tins and wearing crinkly aluminum clothing. Of course the lightning struck them.
Witch names/from that age
Upon my graduation from the demonic witch school in my hundred and thirty-second year, I chose the name Kook, Witch Kook, and didn’t care how silly it sounded. At least it wasn’t Isabel. Witch Isabel sounds like a question my second grade teacher would ask, “Which Isabel does this
purple patch of sea
This purple patch of sea inside your acid soul has got me thinking, the fumes can’t hurt more than bleach does and the beach can’t worship if the starfish fuss but the starfish won’t dance if your sea’s a fanta one and santa’s fee won’t pay interest when the penguins can’t prance but comets comeContinue reading “purple patch of sea”
Jordyn Saelor 