Previous Chapters *** Wind I got in with a spell Sliptide told me. I got in shielding myself with a summoning circle around my knees with runes for sanity, speed, and resolve. I got in, muttering under my breath, “Clarak, slar, helva garden rill tiv lo wisphel li o caral o tara car y (open,Continue reading “Wind & Qind”
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Bind & Kind
Eat up, she said. You’ll need your strength, she said. If you’re bent on entering the astral plane, I can try to help, she said. But remember when I said, she said, we do
Mind
You don’t need an astral plane, Sliptide said, eating her fish. You need to recover from whatever you did and saw on that stone mesa. And I said, I spent seventy years learning what took most demons and
Welcome to the Realm of Green Dragons
acid souls, dreamer knolls, emerald scales, shale-tough tails. Forest peaks, spruce-blue trees, poison shrouds, wing-swept clouds. My green dragon ride called herself Sliptide, or the equivalent in her slippery serpent language. I practiced her
6- up again
(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage) *** The green dragon almost didn’t want to go back home, she wanted to fly past the desert I’d never crossed and find a sea and eat the
5- down with
how long do you think it took me to leave? Not just leave The City, but leave the icy sun, stone mesa and copper domes where people and rats lived? The kid who
Rails
Rails, Rails, Off the Rails, hear her wails–Rails, Rails, she must fail, fall to
4- kid
The kid had a name. Most kids in The City didn’t. The City discouraged naming people, said names distracted them from their jobs in the factories, in the farms, in the offices. Only the patrollers got names: if you chose to join (technically, everyone who joined chose
Pocket of Rage
Sorry, sorry, my bad, I don’t have the words for why. Make a mistake break a cake freak out and shout end the tear duct drought stab Gacks and slay racks, I’m so angry I could just cry the whole time.
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.
