I made this song autumn of 2022. When I first came up with the melody/lyrics, I was outside near my apartment, walking around with my baby niece, and the weather was nearly perfect. We hung out by some trees and I felt close to nature in that moment. Like, we’re born out of the earthContinue reading “New(ish) Music”
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Wishes beyond Sky
Let the sky fall on my head, down through the savage ravage page tattered battered stone age ragged flayed dogged rage–don’t take my quarrel
Throw me to the Wolves
Look how fast the tenth rose waning for the death throes, throw me to the wolf flow throws off too many wolves, snuggle up with lug guns, pick your venom ivy violence rapid nihil-ilist convinced entropy waxes to the moon in silent soliquy (not soliloquy), take me ‘cross the river rend, I’ll make tea toContinue reading “Throw me to the Wolves”
Percy
Passionate Percy, have mercy on this mortal, for terror and evil have they known.
arm of mercy
I don’t know what they called the building in the middle of nowhere so I’ll just describe it. In the falling twilight, the walls looked like storm clouds squished into huge blocks and stacked
stronghold
In the story books I read at home, the captured maiden was always blindfolded or asleep and never knew where her captors took her until
embrace
They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible
stew
The first salamander I accidentally stepped on squelched and blood dribbled out and I hurried on. The second I stepped on
squeal of the things
previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/10/03/hunger-of-the-things/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** “It burns!” the upper blanket squealed. “Run!” the middle blanket cried. “Clargor fristhimnba–” the lower blanket hissed, then they all vanished from my back so I could see everything. The trees moved. Roots thrust up from the ground to stab back down and pull their trunks through theContinue reading “squeal of the things”
dear dystopia of it all
I don’t break all at once, I erode into dust, sands of insanity carve sandstone sculptures (oh so pretty), dear dysmorphia,
Jordyn Saelor 