Month: July 2025

the sky glitches and every step in this wasteland is trespass

you read the fires wrong and above you the moon grinds its teeth

you taste the color of exiled minds and consciousness turns grey

ghosts of summer knock politely and slip through the door crack

the untamed sky unbuttons over a wildflower field

like a fable your wear summer’s fog

the tree offers flowers maybe fruit but never answers to your woes

among other things in the ribcage you carry a sentient fire

a dying sun comes back to life on the tip of your tongue