storm – Jordyn Saelor

Seize a sky

In the mountain all rains fall the same, to the water every stream builds into rivers, so they showed me if I slipped into one I could slip into them all

Hala

We do not regret this we are glad just to take part in who you become

shower thoughts

My hair’s a rain cloud watering the skin ’round my toes to grow mold. *** find my published books at this link

Place where the demons go

I tried to ignore this big question and instead scowled at the lightning creature’s head and wide hips and demanded my mechanical arm back

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”