short story – Page 17 – Jordyn Saelor

6- up again

(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the

5- down with

how long do you think it took me to leave? Not just leave The City, but leave the icy sun, stone mesa and copper domes where people and rats lived? The kid who

Rails

Rails, Rails, Off the Rails, hear her wails–Rails, Rails, she must fail, fall to

Training barrage

Studying amongst immortal demons and dragons–keeping myself alive on life force and blood–must’ve messed up my sense of time, cuz Rails sped like a rumbling train before I had time to look back. She didn’t spend seventy-something years at a witch school, but she learned what I taught her about

Strings of Fate

My two elective Strings of Fate classes had the names “divining the weave of the future” and “karma as a lens for interpreting the past.” In my fifteenth year I studied karma and in my seventeenth I studied weaves; yes, I know the stereotypical approach would be to

Pocket of Rage

Sorry, sorry, my bad, I don’t have the words for why. Make a mistake break a cake freak out and shout end the tear duct drought stab Gacks and slay racks, I’m so angry I could just cry the whole time.

2- from this feeling

Examine, Isabel, why you removed yourself from all this feeling. Isabel, Clarissa, sitting in a tree, best pals forever, don’t you see, first leave family then hurt friends then earn witch names on a graduation stand. First comes love, then comes terror, then comes capture at a dark school no one’s ever heard of.

Sisterhood of Spite

Do you remember any of our friends’ whereabouts from witch school? I know Dylanthia went back to the ancestral lands, Pogoth crossed the rainbow snake and got eaten, Xlthan fell into a mirror and met a new crew to hang with. Sometimes, though, I wonder if any of my friends were actually friends.

live forever

What’s the biggest asteroid of my heart still spinning ‘round inside me? I don’t think it’s you. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s the knight I killed on my seventieth birthday

1- Examine

We went to witch school, you and I, hidden in the outback of Australia– which witch school, the one shifting between realms of new times and wild climes, the one with the potions plot and the spellcaster squad, the school for the demon kids who drew fickle fire from the air.