wander – Jordyn Saelor

to the sweetest end

I found a place to lie each night and never called it home, I found a place to eat each day and never called it

13- the tyrant

I wandered the Realm of Green Dragons for seasons, hunted skins for tents and sandals, took a few emerald scales from a sleeping dragon’s swampy cave

Seen a Town, Squeaky Suitcase

That squeaky suitcase has seen a town or two, a weary, well-worn traveler accustomed to the roads and rows of all customs; this stuttery suitcase has strolled through a town or ten,