alone

new spring shoots are usually green, but they appear in other bewitching shades: smooth, shining peony fingers the color of fresh blood; stinging nettles as violet and barbed as a bruise; the tender, fleshy pink tendrils of bleeding heart. what thrusts up from the chill, dormant earth is often astonishing and mournfully lovely. in the … Continue reading alone

volatile

spring is two-faced. mercurial. faithless. devoted. her flesh is soft as ice and hard as snowmelt. her breath is a chasm of decay, rimed with petrichor and saffron, manifesting murders of crows on the exhale. she has a face to match: weather-worn and colorless, with mud-stained teeth gleaming under blazing ice-colored eyes and a crown … Continue reading volatile