What Lies Herein

Hi there. My name is Audrey, and this is where I post my original short fiction (and the occasional poem). My writing is often weird, sometimes magical, and usually at least a little bit gay. I hope you like it! Advertisements


Rattle your cage—why not? Why hide? Why wait? Why are some days caught in amber?   I feel what you do I think Probably But I’m still here with my toes in the surf While you tread water out past the buoys Where they told us sharks live   I’d like it better in summer … More 23


I bloom with the flowers this year. I am like them in color and longing, Sprouted from dirt and held in Rapture to the sun. I want to grow wild. I want to be like birdsong when you Pluck me My petals soft against your cheek The tip of your nose Your eyelids, closed with … More Bloom

8:51 PM

The moon is a blade A knife that cuts the sky As I would have it cut me And below it the sun dies Or is dead already And moths flicker like sparks Beneath a streetlight.


The noise of it fizzing in your head Always too loud Too much To be drowned out by anything And your neck is cold now and there is sweat there on your skin And outside it is very dark And in the room nothing moves except for you And nothing makes a sound Not outwardly … More Low


Is it strange that it should feel like waking to find that the face in the mirror has remembered how to smile? If sleep is a kind of death than I have lived in Hades. I have been entombed in treacherous flesh and felt the weight of sand above me and the weight of nothing … More Waking