hands held close to heart and subesequent murmurs the chaos contained
Month: October 2025
bones float beneath the lilies carrying whispers to a dark place
petals open inside your skull what more is there to say
ash forms the shape of devotion smothering mortal flesh in cinders of the endtime
frail pale hands reach through the mist to touch the light
your heart drums its hardest you hear it in your skull and the street you walk has memorised your heartbeat
predator winds of autumn come seeking the source of joy the humming of a fire
summer’s fire hums gently from beneath a stone in the zen garden
foraging hands find bark scarred by the elements of a passing storm and the celebratory bloom of shrooms
the autumn coast cold and unyielding in its wild ways offers safe haven to any being who would brave its harshness
elancharan gunasekaran 