poet – Page 2 – Jordyn Saelor

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

Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle

You know how Harley Quinn sees violence and it’s not ugly, It’s all sparkles and flowers and fountains and furbished mirth upon a javelin? It’s crazy how we all compartmentalize violence like that, it’s crazy how commonplace death is, when I was ten I promised never to hurt another living thing but then had toContinue reading “Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle”

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

Hey guess what I’m doing right now

It’s Halloween this week. And fittingly for the season, I’m editing the sequel to Graveyard of Lullabies.

embrace

They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible

Giving Hand/Neverland

Bring out the hook, line and sinker, baited by a gelatinous tinker bell, sizzle in a liter pan, I’m so silly cookin’ for Billy gook and the hook and the shook captain’s crocodile tock– what’s the difference between a gator and a croc? One’s a juice, one’s a shoe, ask wikipedia for the truth, IContinue reading “Giving Hand/Neverland”

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”