i am already unmade a ghost singing in a tongue no ears will hear
Month: November 2024
i kneel before you bare and allow your fangs to annihilate my very being
in the chasm of frequencies a rogue ships listens to the whispers of the cosmos
the autumn moon calls me kin and every step forward breaks the bones of creation
each severed neck births a new verse a raucous melody
a king’s crown melts and sprouts into a garden of blades
where prophecy ends and nothingness begins from her laughter
spilled seven suns into the sky each a molten orb dripping chaos
in a world that unravels faster than stories can stitch it
made eternal or devoured every star trembles in its cosmic cage
elancharan gunasekaran 