I don’t know why, but lately I’ve been in a mood called “feel like crying.” At the finale of a tv series at coming home from my brother’s soccer game that he won at a graphic novel at a song at waking up at thinking about this summer, this August, the prospect of my siblings’Continue reading “Random things that make me cry”
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When the white crayon’s useful
Blue backdrop, cyan sky, a child slices a crayon across the canvas of the heavens.
A Light Burns in You
A light burns in you. Dim, bright, it keeps company with you in the dark.
phobia 2/queens never leave
A queendom under siege, What sort of ruler would I be if I abandoned this home that raised me? *** If you enjoy what I’m doing, please consider buying me a pizza:)
Phobia
Help me, they’re coming for me– 12:37 am I shine my phone’s flashlight under the bed, in the closet, beneath the dresser, up and down the walls I wipe the floor with tissues the vent slats the outlets 1:23 am I crawl from under the covers turn on the lamp bend over and stare underContinue reading “Phobia”
The Symbol of Lullabies
Somehow, over the years, “lullaby” has grown into a symbol in my writing. For comparison’s sake, lullabies in real life entail quiet, soothing songs to help children fall asleep. Lullabies in my head have come to represent clinging to childhood or innocence, art/beauty lost in the past, and the comfort we hold to to carryContinue reading “The Symbol of Lullabies”
Some religious symbolism I guess, I don’t know if that’ll offend people
Burn me in Gethsemane A witch at the stake Dying on the cross. Please carry me home My burdens and sacrifice My skin My bones My ashes My groans Can you come and save me, What say ye? — Can we please just be fairies Faking like we’re scary, We wear our pseudo-nightmares To dreamContinue reading “Some religious symbolism I guess, I don’t know if that’ll offend people”
This Invulnerable Bleeding Heart
Go, begonia, bloom for once Like your life depends on it, Or else these shears will stab your stem and slice with no remorse. I’m just a bleeding heart, cowering in fear on the twigs From the gardening force Come to deadhead our autumn flower bed. I’m so sorry, begonia, that you had to go.Continue reading “This Invulnerable Bleeding Heart”
Scribble the Sun
Scribble safflower petals around the sun, dye the moon a neon egg. Color curly-cues into the meadows so the scars and dust of flame and heartache might one day melt into art.
Fence sitter
Barbed wire, picket, chain link– I can’t pick a side. But quite frankly, either option looks worse than my precarious perch.
Jordyn Saelor 