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)

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out of place

it didn't take long to realize something wasn't quite right. the feeling settled in quickly, a strange sort of anxiety and forgotten memory tugging at the back of my mind, a subtle stress creeping up. in the air, perfume lingered, unusual as i never wore it, and i had the sense that someone had been by recently. here, in… Continue reading out of place

inversion (150)

she's running through the world, twisting her own stories into trails behind her, collecting words and mixing them into books, drinking bitter coffee she doesn't like and speaking languages that trip her up with complex structures. it's easy to dive back into her books, to seek out libraries in every stop but that's not the… Continue reading inversion (150)

sworn to secrecy (240)

she appears whenever i walk into a room. there's certain criteria of course; the main one is that there needs to be a mirror. it doesn't matter if there isn't a mirror though, a compact will do just fine, (i shattered every compact i had when i found this out) and i've since learned she isn't fussy… Continue reading sworn to secrecy (240)

the runner (150)

you accuse me of being a drifter, vague in the way that i slip through the years. you've always liked to stay back and watch me work, never quite placing a definite on the table. it's true, so tempting to always offer maybe, like it's a promise for all that's yet to come. (maybe...?) and so life… Continue reading the runner (150)

duplicitous

watch as i move into your environment, coax life out of all the elements that are in place, note the patina of confidence that hovers, reflecting in your face and dulling your eyes. i am not by nature a deceitful creature, but supernaturally i am something which creates a mask, wears it so well you can't… Continue reading duplicitous