tree – Jordyn Saelor

Percy

Passionate Percy, have mercy on this mortal, for terror and evil have they known.

stronghold

In the story books I read at home, the captured maiden was always blindfolded or asleep and never knew where her captors took her until

embrace

They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible

previous part: https://jordynsaelor.com/2025/10/03/hunger-of-the-things/ all parts: https://jordynsaelor.com/cant-catch-me-now/ *** “It burns!” the upper blanket squealed. “Run!” the middle blanket cried. “Clargor fristhimnba–” the lower blanket hissed, then they all vanished from my back so I could see everything. The trees moved. Roots thrust up from the ground to stab back down and pull their trunks through theContinue reading “squeal of the things”

Hunger of the things

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

Rerun

I didn’t give into my baser instincts and turn the trees into people—for fifty years, at least, I kept wandering and writing you

Christmas Keening

Fill me up, or don’t it’s no big deal I come to the feast hungry, really, it’s fine, I can eat later. Later, when there’s space for me at the table. — Red wrapping paper, winter sleds, plans to wake up early from our beds. As kids, we got dozens of gifts we wanted. ButContinue reading “Christmas Keening”

Trash Bag in the Trees

Trash bag in the trees, rustling in the breeze tissue to the sneeze of the greenest of the leaves. — “Get me out!” The trash bag will announce, “I can’t stand another ounce of this travesty.” But, unable to flee, the trash bag will flounce about uselessly, witnessing the beech tree’s teeniest sprouts growing upContinue reading “Trash Bag in the Trees”