saffero

saffero

Sometimes things are worded awkwardly, but everything is done on purpose.

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Writings
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Followers
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Following
My Sister Sasha

The deep of my stomach

Burns again when I swallow,

What else am I to do

But drag myself, the wind to follow


My sickness, I realise

In a moment of bliss,

It’s her I know that I hate

And you I remember that I miss


I’m waiting on you everyday

Listening eagerly to hear

Your jagged voice catching on the breeze,

Passing faintly by my ear


Oh Sasha, i’m begging you, please

Let a signal flitter throug...

Where Jealousy Gets You

Ma- ahem… _Miss_ Mahyin has been keeping herself rather hidden as of late, and I really can’t imagine why. I suppose that is how spirits of _that_ nature work, but still- isn’t it a little strange that she cant even be caught by the tail anymore?


One would have thought she’d have stayed to enjoy herself after successfully driving her… well, ex husband, to madness. Atleast for her underworld repu...

Okay, I See Now

With the church staff ushering me out of the tall, carved double doors with their gloved hands and love clutched between bitter fingers for the last time I’d see, came not even my uniform.

A definite thud, and somehow, I’d circled back to where I started.


I stood at the enterance with my eyes fixed on the bygone wood with gods page crumpled in my hand and nothing else. Silently, for a long while,...

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Katie Was A Killer

It’s over, I remember thinking

My darling Katie’s wrists are worn,

A bone poking from behind the stubborn skin

Tired of writing the words,

A thought down, and she was gone for an hour

Scribbling all kinds of nonsense


I’d never seen her write about her own.


Always a word about will,

A word about a thought she swore

To slit her throat before spelling aloud,

A word in the morning about

a dream sh...

Happy Whatever

The weight of the thick honey dripping to the ground sucked me dry. The blade, it’s base, it’s new home- well, if I’d actually done wrong, it would have been more like a court.


So to you, my dear, happy New Year’s Eve!

To make the night just a little brighter,

I picked out the most colourful fireworks,

And gently pushed them down your throat,

Stick up,

To light upon the dreamiest night sky,

And w...

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To My Bartender

Just as a grieving mother once said,

These were problems a few months ago;

Coming home to a doll’s house

Instead of your own,

With coloured pen all over the wall next to

Their bed

And some squash dripping off of the counter

From the tipped over bottle.


Of course, it was for that reason that I first came to you,

To take the bar as my sanctuary

Whenever my little girl managed to pull

At that sam...

Swaying Round Eachother

All that glitters is not gold,

Nor silver, nor bronze,

The tall barrelled ceiling adorned in

Scintillating crystal,

One graced in pure cut stones,

Dragging along the floor crassly

With its weight pulled by a thousand temples,

Each string of treasure frolicking

Round the other,

Sardonic little men

Flaunting upon this misfortune excuse

Of a robe,

And as do the silken waterfalls

Hung at his wai...

An Evening Letter

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

My lifeline which reads with want the closer your fingers brush,

A warm palm, attentive lips,

They, too, are only an inch away

As if you may devour it whole instead

Open up the valve, Kirstie,

There what will pour out, not blood-

A lifetime of care plucked from the veins

Inside, all mine,

Would it taste good? Would you feel heav...

Finger Tied Locket

To take to learning a craft as powerful as the one that creates life is such a wonderful thing.


Yalin swayed a locket in between his fingers in motions like grass blessed by the morning dew, and sea buckthorns sprouted one by one from their little stems. He rested the same locket upon his altar before midnight, and the next day, a small peony blossomed through the cracks in the wood beneath it, ...

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Karina… Tsein

‘Has Karina been fed?’


Hamae nods at the mention of the others’ horse, freakishly similar to him in more ways than one; long white hair, piercing red eyes, loud and agonisingly lazy on the road. Hamae thinks Kayaras would sulk alone for months if they were ever separated. To find such a horse is incredibly rare bad luck alone, considering a horses nature is to run, and even more so since she is ...

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