Category: Shifting

“I saw him again just now, in the rain washed sky.

Sideling left as watching me with his blazing eve sun’s eye – though his coat was now cleaned blue-gray and perfectly white-fluffy.

He was angry and in heat from summer forest fires the day of my car accident, wanting to consume everything and anything in his rage.

I guess that he did not expect me to stand up to his destruction and hold my ground, even though fragments of my molecules were launched into another system upon impact.

It’s on magic that such God-like beings feed – which is why when the blazing trees summoned him, he was so frustrated upon finding barely any released.

And now, he’s had a taste of me.”

“That’s the thing: I do need head space…

And it is strange how forms of this change, compress, or expand as situations either allow or limit.

I do not think I have real boundaries or limits if I am always shifting and flexing.”

Layering in phasing
To stave off longing

Attempting to
Stop bleeding

From love’s arrow
Punctured through