the wounded doe
the creek melancholy and cold
sang of only reflections, shadows, and blue;
nearby the galloping
of hooves
a wounded deer leaping high
to escape the jaws of the coyote
in pursuit
the creek proves no reprieve
for the doe that splashes through
because the coyote is on her heels
she can sense death ever coming soon,
but she does all she can to escape it;
all any living creature wants to do is continue
to live in its comfortable existence
without pain or suffering
she runs into the road not seeing the car
that barrels into her and injures her
so badly that the coyote’s fangs
once considered the cruelest foe
may be considered something of a blessing
as she falls into the grass she knows it’s over
bleeding and broken she dies.
-Featured in Issue 1.
broken lyric of the witch
the earth trembles
softly beneath the song
of the witch
her ire stirring up things
best left for dead
in her revenge
everything in the forest
known to man and unknown
rises in a chorus
insects, beasts, and enemies
of mankind each with the singular
purpose of avenging the witch
whose daughter was slain
at the hand of those
who mistook her goodness for evil
her mother is not so quick
to forgive and forget as they say
she ought
her daughter was her beating heart
outside of her body and now
the music is gone so she must be avenged.
mad man
the cliffs were high
his spirits low
beneath in the land
was a fae
shimmering with the gold
of summer with a heart of winter
cold and aloof
she married his best friend
in an act of spite
holding his heart hostage
for her own amusement,
and he saw her dancing beneath
he begged the earth for a reprieve
of her treachery
watching as the earth swallowed both
his friend and his wife into the deepest pits of fire
wondering if he had done the
right thing
he stood on the cliff
feeling as if he were losing his mind to madness
