In Skyrim there’s a spirit world where everything is purple // indigo violet lilac hues
a plane of Oblivion // are we beyond death, darling
if I’m separated from my essence // will you seek it out for me?
if I gave you my soul in a gem to wear round your neck // would you keep it warm?
cos there are stairs to my depths through a hole in the floor // & it seems I’m going under
I’m weak in this realm & the lightning might strike me // come find me this side of the void
Devon Webb (she/her) is a writer & editor based in Aotearoa New Zealand. Her award-winning work has been published extensively worldwide & revolves around themes of femininity, vulnerability, anti-capitalism & neurodivergence. She is an editor for Erato Magazine, Pulp Lit Mag & Prismatica Press, & a founding member of The Circus (@circuslit), a collective prioritising radical inclusivity within the indie lit scene. She can be found on social media at @devonwebbnz.
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