sleep – Jordyn Saelor

7- Muse my dragon

If you poke a sleeping dragon they don’t wake. Why do I know? Cuz Sliptide poked her lover fifty times in her sleep the first night I was there. So I left the den, realizing otherwise

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”

Try a night, trilobite

here in these midnight afterhours, the world opens with possibility: anything could happen, dreams could come true in an eyeblink, all mysteries could melt out of fossils

Precious Crumbs

That moment when you wake from a nap and try to count the minutes you were out by the number of pins and needles in your feet–is it only your tired brain that can’t peg a number on

Blur these Edges

Survival in the prison of my body: this bed my altar, sleep my sacrifice, eyes aching one of three ways, but if we’re being honest the third is just an intersection of the other two, tears plus sleeplessness featuring dull ache, day twenty three. — Survival in the prison of my body: a mind goesContinue reading “Blur these Edges”

Me and My 202nd Post

For my 202nd post, I will be doing the same thing as my 201st post–a poem (if you’d like to support this blog, consider buying me a pizza. *** Sleep deprived, I am still alive, and words slough off of brain, tripping over themselves in my limp noodleness to srtike the keyboard just right, butContinue reading “Me and My 202nd Post”

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”

daily crossroads of detail

ways autistic traits impact my daily life #1 First, a disclaimer. A therapist of mine brought up that I might have autism. However, we never made any attempt to get an official diagnosis. So at this point in time, I consider myself undiagnosed on the autism spectrum. With that in mind, here are a handfulContinue reading “daily crossroads of detail”

January 19th, 2022/surreal dream logic

Today’s Prompt: Write about something mysterious. Vague. Soft. Paintings of gray birds peel from the wallpaper. I dream the whole flock of paper painted birds crowds around the window well and begs for their freedom. I dream the pain in my lower back from sleeping sideways will either sprout to angel wings or horrific, skeletalContinue reading “January 19th, 2022/surreal dream logic”