storm – Jordyn Saelor

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

night scythe

Sauce up some soups with no spices some oils with no prices rices on spoils rise on spools of sallow schooners.

I’m comin’ like a stormwall

gonna descend on the denizens of this world, think they’re wise with their minds caught up in city hives

I screamed/under the wind

there’s a little brook that falls over a rainbow, and the brook one day asked the rainbow why they kept letting her fall

3- born

I emerged from the school in a thunderstorm, surrounded by strangers banging pots and tins and wearing crinkly aluminum clothing. Of course the lightning struck them.

My window collects condensation where warm humidity meets winter’s display, but today the outlet on the wall also had droplets, around the socket– those eyes looked sad about something, so I started guessing: the seasonal blues an ache of some kind a premonition of a power-losing storm; or maybe it cried about how I couldn’tContinue reading “The Outlet is Crying”

Storm Call

you ever wondered if you could eat lightning, then leak it between your teeth like crushing consonants, what words it would make?

Mannequin at Midnight

Wooden eyes don’t cry solid hearts don’t ache but I’m no mannequin without will to move my hands

Before the Storm

“If you stand for nothing, you will fall for anything” might be why I fall for your glow every time I walk into a room, hello, sunshine, the seasons are in bloom but I’m terrified of what lurks deep below, will you take my hope in the dead of night and marry her to theContinue reading “Before the Storm”

Snap Apple Alfalfa Flappa

“Ew” faces look like wrinkly lettuce leaves,

or so some omnivorous rabbits say, a baby’s eyes seen sideways seem like button holes, or so some sleepy dreams claim, but even in the waking world they breathe