metaphor – Jordyn Saelor

Happy New Year

Another blanket on the pile. Another scrap in the trash. A new succulent cutting budding up. These days go by,

How much a soul worth? Well easy, we just say a spirit worth a bag of M&M’s, but when shipped from halfway ‘cross the world and in a foreign script, that bag’s a little less, easy to forget. Age makes ’em stale, makes ’em trash. A bag of blue-eyed M&M’s matters more, but a bagContinue reading “Cavalier Spirit”

Flame the River/Parasite

Flame the river, kill the feast, squelch the sinner, raise the beast, eat this bitter, seal the lease, mulch our winner, scathed with grease, all the worms call cataclysms home base, zero foundation one of cocoa colosseums, parasites win when nobody cares (what happened to our hearts?) when nobody cares parasites win cocoa colloquialisisms foundContinue reading “Flame the River/Parasite”

to the 17th floor of paradise

Do you remember that night on the 17th floor of paradise? How the elevator took us up for like forever, but in the hotel room glass, the city steel still loomed above us and the clouds seemed nowhere closer? It was there you told me you wondered if God was even real. Because if heContinue reading “to the 17th floor of paradise”

Veteran at Depression

I’m a veteran at depression though I never asked to be, what a nice metaphor for being at war in my mind,

lies like a pretty boy’s hands

Smear the brownie under the bower’s knee to sweeten the pain of the stance. My elbows are spikes, nailing me flat into reality, hinging me up and down like a doll flailing in dance. Are we real? My hips hold the secrets to the universe, swaying when I waltz, causing lurches of gravity on aContinue reading “lies like a pretty boy’s hands”

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”

Pi

I love you . To infinity and beyond, am I right? Like a circle ever going round, There is no end to our future. We could chase the sun set and rise, eat it like an orange and spill the glow between our teeth at midnight, a night light to remind this bed and starsContinue reading “Pi”

Aquatic Speech

If we grew up underwater, accustomed to salt in our cuts, would hurts to our emotions hurt less by comparison? With each reverbing thrum of all aquatic speech, would we feel the meaning of each other’s words closer to our ribs? In the twilight ocean, would we use our eyes less to guess each other’sContinue reading “Aquatic Speech”

52 (4 years later)

It’s never so simple as a tower of cards crumbling like memories, good or bad divided by battle lines.