The Phoenix

It should have been terrible, but it wasn't.

The phoenix longed for a companion.

It primped and preened and conversed pleasantly.

But when the moment arrived, it spontaneously combusted.

Mushroom cloud.

Now it steps out of the ashes anew, messy, naked and unafraid.

This Snail

This snail has stayed still for so long it may have become a rock.

Its lungs inflate through osmosis and its glands secrete out of habit.

Boredom makes it eat.

Tablets impose sleep.

This snail is pretty sure it's still alive

But wishes someone would poke it with a stick to make sure.

That Girl

That Girl totally lost her shit this week. Like, if there was an MTV exec around, she'd have her own show. Not a compliment.

That Girl had the greatest week this week. She hung out with a guy who sometimes reminds her of a serial killer in a good way. Plus, he let her read his not-private blog, and told her the (highly edited) story of his life, which is how you know it's serious.

That Girl was scared yesterday when she woke up and realised it had happened again but she hadn't noticed.

By the way, that guy made a cute face at 10 am, which is irrelevant but true.

That Girl feels tired and better now, but kind of misses the relentless energy of exhaustion.

She stopped writing because she couldn't recognize herself in her words and was terrified.

She's braver now.

She should hold off on the Red Bull, though. She already has wings.