Can’t ever get warm inside, can’t it ever get me warm inside? I go feasting on dreams that fail to fill my belly, I go feasting on conversations and spinning discourses that only turn me dizzy, some people are more down for a debate than a decision; in this divide, there’s dreamers or there’s doers,Continue reading “Winterbound”
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bed
I came to in a bed of rough feathers under an orange sky–dark orange, basically brown, streaked with red, because dust clouded the air.
Throw me to the Wolves
Look how fast the tenth rose waning for the death throes, throw me to the wolf flow throws off too many wolves, snuggle up with lug guns, pick your venom ivy violence rapid nihil-ilist convinced entropy waxes to the moon in silent soliquy (not soliloquy), take me ‘cross the river rend, I’ll make tea toContinue reading “Throw me to the Wolves”
Percy
Passionate Percy, have mercy on this mortal, for terror and evil have they known.
A Character’s Personality
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
Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle
You know how Harley Quinn sees violence and it’s not ugly, It’s all sparkles and flowers and fountains and furbished mirth upon a javelin? It’s crazy how we all compartmentalize violence like that, it’s crazy how commonplace death is, when I was ten I promised never to hurt another living thing but then had toContinue reading “Glitter/Slaughter, Guts/Sparkle”
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
Hey guess what I’m doing right now
It’s Halloween this week. And fittingly for the season, I’m editing the sequel to Graveyard of Lullabies.
embrace
They wrapped me in branches, bark as rough as stale bread, and carried me kicking and screaming, still invisible
Jordyn Saelor 