Tag: art

thread lightly this flesh is conduit between the worlds of reality and illusion

archive the madness of summer within this bone vault of ribs

the cold bleeds into the river and embraces bare feet

the birth of silence tastes like ash harvested from the fires at the end of time

serpents in the mist soak in monsoon’s thunder

a gentle reminder: don’t forget to feed your fire

watch as flesh crumble under the gentle drizzle

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