Bex Jordan
Bio
They/She. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
Bluesky: @umasabirah.bsky.social
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Schism, Part III
Part I Part II I step through into… ...nothing. I'd expected darkness, or a drop, or anything but the pure, bright white that surrounds me. I squint as I try to process the endless space that is just light as far as I can see. I look down at my feet, and the ground feels solid even though I don't understand what I'm standing on. I'm not floating, but I'm also not not floating.
By Bex Jordan7 months ago in Futurism
Schism
I am looking down the road and there is nothing at the end. Not ‘nothing’ as in ‘empty’ or a ‘lack of things,’ but literally a void. The road itself is lovely–there's well-kept grass and foliage on either side and it is theoretically drivable (if anyone still drove). But about a hundred feet out there's just…shadow. My brain tries to make sense of it, but it can't.
By Bex Jordan8 months ago in Futurism
Deus ex Machina. Content Warning.
I am riding into the machine and I am too afraid to move and I can barely hear the noise over the music and I'm tired and I hurt and I want to cry and I'm trying not to think about how small is this space between and I'm still living in the liminal is there ever a way out and I'm trying not to shit myself because goddamn that would be embarrassing and they are taking pictures of my insides and trying to decide if I'm going to die.
By Bex Jordan10 months ago in Poets
