in a cathedral of impossible anatomies devotees come bearing a broken piece of something found along the pilgrimage to the patchwork lord a sundered leaf an orphaned petal a fragment of a mind battlefield appendages abandoned cast out and now finally a place to call home
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
holy only when spoken to in the voice of the deep gods
beneath cold autumn waves gender dissolves
travel and explore the vastness of skin with hands soft a ritual we seem to slowly forget with time
pulled under bedsheets by an entity unknown fingers claw at cold air and the body convulses to a stillness that can only be described as: a violent sleep
the triangulation of limbs in this dark dark world and at its heart a source of peace and quiet
breaths feel borrowed in this dark corner of society
it rains eternal in paradise flooding the senses leaving bodies in limbo cold winds wail without rest and the word of divinity has no value where only chaos reigns
the truth was simple: i had always belonged to the dark
the body knows it remembers the untapped and warped warmth within with each shiver fire innate tremors under the skin and rises to the surface you feel it you love it you need it and it flows