In the duel of the creed, may this dance be our seed, if it’s cruel take the deed make a stance, stop the bleed; hold the distance, grow an ash tree take a moonshot, steal the sunbeam, like a fool in the sea under blue silent scream needed rue just to breathe lungs all gluedContinue reading “duel of my bleed”
Tag Archives: fiction
in the garden crave
The creature carved fish skins off by sticking a foot inside its wide open beak. Therefore it couldn’t see me that well so I dug a shallow pit in the dirt with my paddle feet and drew oversized runes to start a fire
hafta say
The small one plummeted into the lake again, throwing waves at me, then it had the audacity to put two claws on my forehead
rescue
The fire and smoke summoned flying shadows blotting out the sun and they brought silent rain upon the flames. I just treaded water,
By the light, oh
deliverer sea deity it knew everything there was to know about the moon, every moon on every world
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
unloved
Bully is a ridiculous word. It sounds too tame. Bully. You practically have to smile to say it.
Running Up That Hill
I watched Stranger Things season 4 two months ago–I’m late to the party, I know–and since then, I’ve re-watched that iconic scene in episode 4 (if you know, you know) at least 5 times. So a couple weeks ago, I finally did something about my mild obsession and made a cover of Running Up ThatContinue reading “Running Up That Hill”
Chocolate Logic
Like chocolate, I melt in your hand. Like chocolate, I wait here if you are sad on the holidays. But, like chocolate, if you cry on me, my richness will seize, thick and clumpy. On the logic of chocolate, hold me close on the most special of days but not too close to ruin me.Continue reading “Chocolate Logic”
My Imaginary Friend
Oh oh o-woah oh. Imaginary friend, let’s sneak out tonight. Let’s pretend neither of us are people. You can be Stardapple, I’ll be Moonleaf, we can prowl like black cats down the sidewalks, to the park. We can climb up the playground poles, we can hang upside down from the slides. In the wood chipsContinue reading “My Imaginary Friend”
Jordyn Saelor 