Month: November 2024

blood is ink and even shadows cling to forgotten thrones

realms of reality and illusion bound tight by a grey serpent of smoke

lightning struck twice the soil burns and black roots curl in defiance

an almanac of every raindrop that split a microcosm in two

i wore a cloak stitched of antimatter and traces of void in memory of a brittle little planet

equations of flesh and flame stardust spiral into bones

smelling war in the wind wolves fall to heir knees