You threw the clay plate at my head and it hit the fae’s home just right, breaking into thirds. Message received loud and clear. He’ll be back but not any different.
You threw the clay plate at my head and it hit the fae’s home just right, breaking into thirds. Message received loud and clear. He’ll be back but not any different.
I blow out the match— I’d kept, in case I needed to forget everything.
White flames of desire lick my soul into motion— a knowing from long ago.
I slept best after my feet touched earth, and nighttime light kissed my crown to sleep.
Currents flood my body—truth under the full moon.