they kept me in the little room with nothing to do but sleep and let my leg heal (the rashes had mysteriously disappeared already,
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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”
Wisdom of the Ancients
If I could go back to my prime with all I know now, maybe I could really accomplish something. Make something of my joyous name, make this laughing spell between us stay the same. But what is my “prime”? Seven years old, innocent, playing games of succession? Eleven, on the cusp of depression? Older, myContinue reading “Wisdom of the Ancients”
Royal “we”
Is royal “we” a form of gaslighting? Like, yes, peasant, we think you should pay more taxes, you’re outnumbered. Yes, the collective group think has decided, and you’re the minority vote. Listen, we have your best interest in mind, your needs will be considered as a fraction of our pie. But hey, I totally speakContinue reading “Royal “we””
from one depressed poet to another
So many of my metaphors attempt to describe the ocean of sadness in me, as if to a neighboring world with no water. I am Earth; you are Mars;
Mind
You don’t need an astral plane, Sliptide said, eating her fish. You need to recover from whatever you did and saw on that stone mesa. And I said, I spent seventy years learning what took most demons and
