lips burn as serpents and scaled beasts slither free reshaping reality
Month: March 2025
the sky is not blue but the memory of a pale god unmade
i see the future not the way you do an alternate reality that creeps on you in slow pulsating waves of stupor
the noon drizzle disturbs the old gods sleeping in the dust
buries itself deeper in the throat of the elder elm the living blade refuses death
the first spell was a scream not meant to rule but to rupture the minds of the invaders
dusk the forest full of ghosts who will sip your name from bones
the wax hot drips down his wrist to the ground that was built on rumor and myth
bones the spectrum of light keeping the spring sky aloft
ocean waves shimmer slick with lunar sweat and warm drafts that spring brings
elancharan gunasekaran 