Lauren2010

Two of cups Midnight is the rustle of herbs drying among rafters and fingers woven through hair that hasn't been washed in days; it smells like earth and honey spooned ...

Page of swords "She's falling in love with you," The old woman holds the soft wood in the door frame where a child should have measured her height, a pair ...

The devil Radio waves in the trees are not enough to tame a life wasted in salons and promenades when the thing that she bargained was never hers to give.

Ace of coins A radio tube in the palm of my hand is hot and Death holds a paw to the back of my neck with pinprick nails cool in ...

Death What is death but movement (wind in the pines never rests, to climb to their peaks would breathe momentum into the sails of a life discarded to stagnant water, ...

The hermit Take them far from the mirror lake, where Death keeps his typewriter tapping out the breadth of your life in Morse code, but you haven't heard Morse code ...

Four of cups The King of the forest is sick. Soot bleeds from the tips of his antlers and the earth fills his hoofprints with tar. (Once you were responsible ...

Six of wands Victory is a cigarette smoked on her mother's porch, shared between lips painted red. Victory is a child who does not belong to her, reaching for her ...

Seven of coins She stands on the shore of the mirror lake; shattered, a fissure reaching to the center, an island where Death stares back. What, may I ask, have ...

Six of cups Nostalgia is a spirit borne outside of myself, a past so dearly departed it hardly looks the same. See also: Six of cups (2019)

Three of swords Pain is transient, a sword wielded three times in the palm of your hand; and her fury gone white-noise honed sharp as a sword, transient, is war. ...

Page of coins You can get a lot done by following the rules: a husband looking the other way at afternoon tea, his respectable job lining the pockets of your ...

Two of wands Long before she was the Sentinel, she sat in her mother's parlor entertaining suitors who could not see beneath her skin and oh, if they could have ...

The world She stands on top of this life she has built, tender in its imperfect beauty. There is no higher she can climb; the only way forward is to ...

Thanks, @Cadi! I briefly considered re-drawing if I drew a card I drew last year, but I'm glad I didn't do that. I also think it's incredibly interesting to see ...