nature – Page 2 – Jordyn Saelor

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

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,

Silence of the things

Eyes watched us from the sparse trees, belonging to bodies too still to distinguish from the dappled shadows

Every Seed/a World

My body is an earth of liquid with its oceans rising, the cool detachment apathy is melting

frag

The tips of my toes drown in the bathtub do you think hawks get lonely, when their main relationship is predator eats prey? a hawk, a pigeon, and a hummingbird flock into a bar my roommate’s getting on my nerves, taking out her day job on me if this book flops, what’ve I got toContinue reading “frag”

The Road Signs to Progress Say:

And the road signs home say: speed limit thirty-five, next turn to Donner Drive, no parking any time. And the glare through the window’s seducing a headache, while the a/c won’t blast air cool enough to keep the sweat from swathing my back across the leather chair. And this concrete wasteland keeps expanding, speed limitContinue reading “The Road Signs to Progress Say:”

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,