Jaina Nehm
Bio
I've wanted to pursue writing since I was five years old and it continues to be my dream, give it a read
Stories (2/0)
Kaleidoscope
a mirage. a kaleidoscope of every fabricated personality—crafted by flicking fluorescent lights and nicotine smoke—each one lacking consistency. I struggled for perfection—looking for criticism in every attentive glance. taking note of what worked and with who. my patience slipped like sand in a slanted hourglass— I began to let that all go— you claimed to have lost someone you never knew. you spit in my face from a decaying float on your pity parade. a thin veil of victim covered slick crocodile tears. jealousy bloomed from your palms tracing your veins in spider webbed moss
By Jaina Nehm5 years ago in Poets
A Little Witch's Whim
There was a witch barely three feet tall, who wore her hair in frizzy braids and unruly locks. She pranced in pumpkin patches and weaved trampling feet through decaying corn fields. She terrorized her little brother with hexes and pinches. Mice and bats listened to her every command, fierce defenders and faithful retrievers. High in the sky and close to the ground they scurried and flew in search of her every whim. Whether it be eye of newt or milk for her count chocula cereal. She brewed her potions far below the sewer grates, dropping in weeds, pine cones, and hemlock mixing with stale rain water plumes of colored smoke rising to her nose and seeping down the street.
By Jaina Nehm5 years ago in Families