Month: August 2025

the moon trades its madness for some borrowed light

bells sound in terror at the sea fog creeping in on humanity

the first rays of dawn birthed between the mynah’s beak

the moon watches as pilgrims dissolve bread in warm milk to feed their faith

a rusted sigil sinks into soil made soft with borrowed light

the summer moon unbuttons and fire forgets its appetite

the river slows to a ripple when you stop believing

the sky forgets color and the morning silence decays

moth priests of summer feeding the fire in ritual sacrifice