journey – Jordyn Saelor

hollow below

A chill crept into my bones but the caricaurs were starting to link arms and approach the water, shouting at me that they were coming to help so I dove under

go out

Maybe I’ll fake my death and write nothing else

Seen a Town, Squeaky Suitcase

That squeaky suitcase has seen a town or two, a weary, well-worn traveler accustomed to the roads and rows of all customs; this stuttery suitcase has strolled through a town or ten,