I found you, after a fashion. I found the memory of a dragon who found you, sixteen years through witch school, less than half her way toward graduation (if it took
Tag Archives: night
came to one end, one fury
Slip fire no tide was her name
hunting & in the astral
hunting ingredients I’d already gathered took half as long the second time though I did have to find another fish with eyeballs big
life force
the difference between a mortal and an immortal is, life force spells work on mortals so they can theoretically live forever by taking from other
10- night light
Sliptide forgot who I was and tried to claw me and melt me, so I put the plans on hold to watch myself enter the astral realm through the eye of a
Read & die
Gather 2 wolfhead mushrooms. Gather 3 green pinecones. Gather a pinch of fern spores, 7 lichen-dusted pebbles, and moss water to stir everything
In gradients
Green dragons are immortal. Nights hunt dragons. I’m not a dragon or a dragonologist but I do
Nuclear Core/Saga of Insomnia
The saga of insomnia ends on a cliffhanger. The armageddon comes but leaves something alive in the aftermath, in the dirt, in the river canyon worn away by centuries, yes, we’re still going somewhere post-anything, still spinning and expanding with the universe. Everything the light touches makes you bigger, you know, like your shadow slowContinue reading “Nuclear Core/Saga of Insomnia”
Loose Threads
don’t think leave the party don’t think hit the car seat pass out falling off me don’t think scarlet oversheet don’t think don’t think shrink shrink shrink ready blink mouth to sink don’t think don’t think if you wanna talk about it eat up my shame first lose a game to me first don’t thinkContinue reading “Loose Threads”
The Outlet is Crying
My window collects condensation where warm humidity meets winter’s display, but today the outlet on the wall also had droplets, around the socket– those eyes looked sad about something, so I started guessing: the seasonal blues an ache of some kind a premonition of a power-losing storm; or maybe it cried about how I couldn’tContinue reading “The Outlet is Crying”
Jordyn Saelor 