freedom – Jordyn Saelor

fled

I waited a good two breaths in the corridor for Mfrlfip to emerge after me just to see if it would try to stop me, but it didn’t appear so I

rin run run/rin rat run

outta the haze light fleeing demon fire, they said they’d tamper with my memories if I chose to leave but like I was air I went creeping through the magic lair to flee when I should’ve been sleeping

flap your wings

I said I want to defy gravity but practically, what does that look like? Well. Let’s make a list of the facts: I became a witch, which very few

raise your hands

all that rises someday dies, where does this leave us, should we cry, head must conquer guilt and shame heart must seek power and fame

The Imp in the Candle

Pebbles pelt and words welt, these weapons came worst this last orbit of the sunbelt, in the sweltering storms I feared I’d melt and my wax armor

Le le le aviar le le le pajaro le le estoy volando — Given or taken, handed or earned given or taken, blessings you termed. — I tell you, I am worthy. Your words make a prison in my heart, the crow caged by expectations sings so soft in here. You don’t know the tunesContinue reading “I Am Worthy”

6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)

stage 1: the pet store owner in the video game world. Name tags, puppy dogs, kittens, birds. Stage 2: the fortune teller witch chucking fortune cookies at customers in the streets reading your palm tree. stage 3: the rich girl in a future of teleporters and cancer cures, burning flame-resistant tops and buying color coordinatingContinue reading “6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)”

Safety Is…

A state of mind, a habit: a finger snap can’t clean the slate of dangerous memories, healing takes time. Pot a cactus somewhere new and spines will still grow but maybe, out of the path of predators, I can learn how to bloom again. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza.Continue reading “Safety Is…”

follow me to the ends of paradise

Drink until you are full, until you are glutted. Eat all the fruits from the trees, beside the pools so deep. Welcome to my paradise, strangers, take all the water you need; in the orchards and shade you may feed. Are you happy now? Will you follow me to the ends of the earth, sinceContinue reading “follow me to the ends of paradise”

down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)

Twenty-four hours are a tank In seaworld, cold salt water Holding dolphins, You can go down, Down, Down, holding hourglass dolphins hostage hoping to and concrete containing blue gallons just enough to question the glass to really believe in freedom not enough of an ocean Until you hit the bottom, concrete andContinue reading “down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)”