we bury the moon each night and it grows through our ribs
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks).
when the flame forgets it’s a flame will the wax harden with vengeance
roots clutch earth like a body that knows its grave
saltwater dreams somewhere a bird forgets its wings
autumn cracks open bones and lets the winds whistle through the marrow
nail beds bloom rust prayers made to the call of an unnamed bird
there is no darkness only flesh pretending to be alive
we too are seeds waiting for wildfires to cremate us
soft dusky skin claimed by the autumn night
between 0 and 1 waiting to bloom in a garden of electric leaves
elancharan gunasekaran 