here the mist does not part it lingers unbound a hundred threads trailing in the dark before morning
Month: January 2025
an elk with eyes of mercury shapes the world it desires between ivory antlers a world untamed and rife with rebellion
who shall we pretend to be when nothingness takes the reign
heroes rise from the depths of the tundra brittle as frost and the lightless gleam of unpolished stars in their eyes
impermance is a shard of stained glass a trembling flame and the light that disobeys the very laws of nature
there is no glory in nature only the quiet harmony of dirt and decay
the sound of thousands of leaves wrestling with the pale blue sky
she works the molten metal with bare hands calls herself an exile a whore of the eternal forge birthing instruments of war for men and gods alike for a sensual price
armed with bone flutes and glass daggers an assemblage of faces no human should witness
not water not blood something no tongue could hold
elancharan gunasekaran 