I tried to avoid getting near the trees, but the further we walked, the closer they got and I wasn’t about to go back to the demon door
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Like a Vibe in a First Draft
This poem is something I wrote at the beginning of the 1st draft of So Speaks the Ruinous Light (the book I just published… Which can be found at this link
Silence of the things
Eyes watched us from the sparse trees, belonging to bodies too still to distinguish from the dappled shadows
out the door
I am grateful for Simone burning my hair off so it didn’t end up as stone, I am grateful for my sea god genes so only
Cavalier Spirit
How much a soul worth? Well easy, we just say a spirit worth a bag of M&M’s, but when shipped from halfway ‘cross the world and in a foreign script, that bag’s a little less, easy to forget. Age makes ’em stale, makes ’em trash. A bag of blue-eyed M&M’s matters more, but a bagContinue reading “Cavalier Spirit”
to break a curse
The rats and I had agreed I would break their curse and they’d let me free. Of course, they never
Every Seed/a World
My body is an earth of liquid with its oceans rising, the cool detachment apathy is melting
Testing Anxiety
Pressure to perform no pleasure or conform sure, my soul’s a storm in every heated prickle of my skin, the thoughts swirling up my brain (like this thought (and this thought too ( this thought (and this thought too( PARENTHESES BREAK))) psychoanalyze the direction my iris flies can’t escape the way my gaze slides downContinue reading “Testing Anxiety”
in 3 years’ time
in three years I think I aged twenty, from a little girl to a teen in ratty clothing and poorly brushed hair. But I learned runes,
Ruse/never lose
“It seems we’re at an impasse,” the blankets told the rats, “I won’t free you until you promise to let us out that door.”
Jordyn Saelor 