looking right through you (250)

psychic is the name they gave me. witch soon followed, along with sorceress and prophetess. they made me the stuff of legend, painted pictures of me and spoke in hushed whispers. rumours twisted through the town, humming through oxygen and burning up silence. she reads you like a book, they tell each other. i meet them by chance… Continue reading looking right through you (250)

fearless (250)

fearless, she wrote on the bare patch. wrote it again and again, spelling it backwards to fit the circles she'd mapped out. one circle, looking not unlike a lopsided teardrop - then another, joined together. traced over in permanent marker, they'd be painted over within the week. (there was always painting to be done, lines blueprinted… Continue reading fearless (250)