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Sierra Parr
figuring it out page by page.
figuring it out page by page.
figuring it out page by page.
The Queen stood slowly as the rest of them fell to their knees. The Queen never stood in front of them, she was always seated before they entered the cathedral. Something serious was about to unfold and the room was pulsating with a thousand racing heartbeats. The stark silence felt heavy and wet, like the weight of a cloud just before a rainfall. Her eyes peeled across the room looking for weakne...
And there she was looking into the eyes of her reflection, reaching through the pane of glass and shaking hands with the demon inside her. The one aching to get out, the one begging for attention. And part of her felt guilty for keeping it locked up and tossed off. Part of her wondered why we were taught to. There was this need she had to release the beast, give into her guilt, and shed the skin s...
I thought I was reading some divine energy and welcoming it into my life. I thought I wasn’t alone in the palpable texture of our conversation. I thought there was a mutual understanding and a mutual over-arching attention. Though, the truth is that none of us ever know - not really anyway. Not until it’s spoken into existence and acknowledged between an exchange of words. And even then, are we to...
I delicately dipped my foot into the thick black water that wrapped itself around the dock. It was October and the air was crisp and sharp against my pale skin. Goosebumps billowed from my pores and the hair on my arms stood up straight, like a saluting soldier at a funeral. My toes touched the surface and a chill ran its way through my body like a lightening surge of ice filling my veins. I didn’...
“The stars were aligning” as they say. Weird shit was happening, strange circumstances were matching up. A friend of mine had posted this bullshit horoscope up on my fridge beneath a Christmas magnet from my childhood. I never much paid any attention to it until today. It feels as though some alternate dimension is pulling me through and the words on this torn newspaper clipping are folding into s...
The park was barely moonlit, soft peaks of white haze laying down across the swing set. In the daylight you would see all the primary colours that remind you of children playing, pebbles stacked between four wooden planks, and a slight rust at all the bolt ends. But in the night, all they could see was darkness, with a damp glow catching the odd metal beam. The monkey bars disappeared into the nig...
The wind spun like thick yarn running through moms old sewing machine on the busiest day of the year. Tree branches began snapping at the trunk, leaving behind bare skin never seen before, for hundreds of years. Nature was fighting back against us, the rain slapping the pavement sounded like hyenas cackling and mocking us in the distance. Heavy droplets staining the concrete and pooling in the str...
We were digging for hours, the sand was thick and wet from the torrential downpour from the evening before. The trees were towering over us, looming and mocking our capabilities. Sand between our fingers, beneath the beds of our nails, I was tired but Sue swore it was here. The funny thing is, that sometimes our memory leads us down a laneway with a dead end. Sometimes we believe we’ve placed our ...
I lost myself to everyone else. The splitting of my breaking bones for the people pleasing, because of people pleading. I lost myself along the way of giving a shit what everyone else thought, down the path of caring too much, and dropped my spunk and spine somewhere on the sidewalk. It’s raining here now and the cats are snuggled up and it’s reminding me of what simplicity life is. Where I used t...
Being honest is a fickle thing, because it can backfire. And sometimes that fire even though it is intended to bring warmth and light, can turn into a raging fire bringing all of life to a blaze.
That’s how June felt anyway, she saw a burning forest where I lit a candle. I still don’t know if she actually believes him, or she is just wanting to wish what he said was true. The only thing is that ...