storm – Jordyn Saelor

caricaur lore

The moon winked out. The silver glow to the water faded and the liquid arms suffocating

ascendant

around the twilight sun crackled a halo of lightning like tangled, glowing roots writhing for purchase in the unyielding sky.

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