a thought

if there is any truth to reincarnation, it will be found in birds.

more flash fiction woo

"you have one. new. message."

"hi. it's me. They know. and i know that you knew better than to- well, do what you did. obviously you didn't care about the consequences. i hope you're okay with what's coming to you. frankly, i would personally assassinate The Emperor if it meant you weren't going to get yourself killed. but you know that, and it's too late anyway. His Imperial Highness has already set His sights on you. if you're somehow not dead yet, well, you will be soon. and based on what i've just said, He'll kill me too. but maybe i'll get lucky. He's certainly angry at you. rightly so, to be quite honest. you just committed a crime that's been considered as such for the last 500 years. nobody's even tried it for the last 300! well. until now. it doesn't really matter what i say. you're already dead. quite possibly literally. this message isn't doing anything besides putting me in the same position as you. so. see you in the Afterlife."

a tanka

more information on what a tanka is

there is no future
it might rain later, but now,
hands grazing brick walls,
we walk without a rhythm
to the sound of other people's words

an untitled poem

a storm in a
universe of honey
sky es and dark
velvet forest s

smooth porcelain skin
worship ing poison champagne
prisoner in pink marble,
she is freed
by the
moon;

i think this might be flash fiction

"what do you attribute to your longevity?" he asks. silently, she unbuttons her dress. his eyes bulge as she opens a panel in her chest, revealing a collage of clockwork and muscle. the ageless woman rebuttons her dress, unfazed. she smiles. "the occasional sacrificial bull doesn't hurt either," she says. he is not sure if she is joking. he stares into her face, and the loose, wrinkled skin smooths itself. her lips are now the color of plum wine, and her hair is blue-black, in a complex braid that falls to her shoulder blades. she runs her finger around an otherwise untouched cup of coffee, takes her first sip, then leaves. she knew the way out.