the river bleeds backwards and trees walk the cold land with hollowed souls
Month: February 2025
nightfall skin upon skin we consume and conquer like wildfire
the winter moon settles in a heartbeat older than the breath of the elder gods
a beast with antlers of smoke slumbers under the watchful gaze of seven suns
speak thy precious name and sip chaos from the river’s mouth
grey clouds fracture and spill ash in torrents upon the fragments of a sentient civilization
the moss hums in a dead tongue gathering the clouds and eyes of heaven to where the forest needs aid
the winter trees were once dire wolves who chose solitude and eternity over the embrace of the moon
take refuge in my skin the darkness engulfs and the voices will drown live and be loved now and forever
the living ink filled his throat and by morning the world had rewritten itself
elancharan gunasekaran 