in volcanic sand a unicorn draws labyrinths with its horn
Month: June 2025
beneath boots the earth splits and the mutiny of nature continues
a forest recites your lore in birdsong seven moons long
vile beasts disguised as children ringing bells and laughing along the pale river
heroes devolve from the trauma and crawl back into cocoons
one vision shows that you never left your glass prison and another shows you trying to stay afloat in a catastrophic whirlpool
ritual: smoke rises shaped like a pilgrim impaled by war spears
the bard was set on fire and he sang his last to an empty throne
the summer mist wakes to the humming in the hills
she walks the cracked earth with a staff grown from contagion and fills skull jars with disease