Can’t ever get warm inside, can’t it ever get me warm inside? I go feasting on dreams that fail to fill my belly, I go feasting on conversations and spinning discourses that only turn me dizzy, some people are more down for a debate than a decision; in this divide, there’s dreamers or there’s doers,Continue reading “Winterbound”
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Percy
Passionate Percy, have mercy on this mortal, for terror and evil have they known.
I keep calling for this rain
If you quell the pain, prickles remain, and I feel so detached from the past, I could be a stranger in the memories of danger, like they burn a different skin. I wanna heal from the thunder squeal, but my midnight brain plays the game “How can we twist imagination’s eye to warp this pictureContinue reading “I keep calling for this rain”
afterward
previous part here: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/06/27/safe/ all parts here: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** no windows or clocks adorned my room so all I know is I slept at least seven times (it might’ve been more) before Coach Purturbelly returned, and she came without a knock while I stared at the ceiling and she asked again if I wanted toContinue reading “afterward”
safe
they kept me in the little room with nothing to do but sleep and let my leg heal (the rashes had mysteriously disappeared already,
free
I woke. In a bed under blankets with the vertebrae still on. I blinked at the face with horns by the doorway and asked her if she was adopting me. The face burst into flame and said her name was Coach Purturbelly, she was in charge of the portalball teams, and she better not beContinue reading “free”
run away
I finally made a table of contents page: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** This story isn’t about revenge, remember? So I’m done writing about my mother. Needless to say, in real life, dragons don’t come to help out lonely little girls. In real life, it takes a potion that almost melts your leg off to decide to runContinue reading “run away”
trans woman on mother’s day
When you were little and went to church, it felt like they worshipped women instead of the Father for a day. Sons and husbands, honor her; daughters, look who you’ll become. Boys, treat a woman right (she’s always right) and you’ll be happy forever. When you were older, and being a girl felt more rightContinue reading “trans woman on mother’s day”
May Storm Crescendos Meet My Skin
I’m sick of revenge stories. All the times a boy wrecks a girl and a girl avenges herself; all the times a friend stabs a friend and the friend gets
Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck
As much as I demand it let up, anxiety keeps its boot to my throat, leaving me crevices to breathe while all my instincts shout get out get out, get up run before each smiling stranger hiding fangs (so hungry) finishes the job– mustn’t let anyone see me this way, I’m, yeah, I’m okay ((anContinue reading “Anxiety’s got its boot to the neck”
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