haunt – Jordyn Saelor

16- return

I got a new cloak of scales in shades of brown. I got a new bag made of a fuzzy bat demon’s wing, safe to mix a myriad of potions in above a myriad of flames. I even got a glowy crown from

Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with

supreme pizza is sickeningly soluble in soda so stir slowly, then sip some savagely inside swift straws and slake your satisfying salivation. — Witch on a mop such a precarious affair likely to flop through the nefarious air — your diaper burn hurt the fern terns adjourn in the bird nest and confer the bestContinue reading “Some random poems I didn’t know what to do with”

Haunted or Wanted?

I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”