a gentle reminder: don’t forget to feed your fire
Month: September 2025
watch as flesh crumble under the gentle drizzle
winged gods dissolve midflight and a ball of smoke pretends to be the sun
waves split the summer sky as fire drips from the marrow of the divine
mistborne serpents coil and drag us from bed to river’s edge
like wounded beasts we writhe in the pale fire of morning
the last warm tide of summer brings fishsong to frail bodies
the act of breaking morning dew releases the voice of the divine held within
from a black river the pilgrim crawls out with a forbidden fruit clutched between teeth
get dressed she said: the void wrapped himself in cosmic fire
elancharan gunasekaran 