within this space of summer halos rust and assimilate into flesh
Month: August 2025
the tongue offers manicured words and vanishes into the mouth of dust
the songs of the bone choir raises towers of salt along the coast
a taste of thunder and the city forgets shape
first rays of dawn carve doors in the dark
you kneel and the rage eats you alive from within
to be undisturbed by your chaos
a shiver creeps across the garden rattling the leaves and quiet things in the dark
the warm sand hums as iridescent lizards drag their old skin across the wastelands
the storm thinks that it has won but the forest has spread its seeds and grim will
elancharan gunasekaran 