a metal vulture transmits a frequency: the war is a lie
Tag: art
strapped to a concrete slab flesh writhes as silver termites devour thoughts
a blade named futureblood grants you the ability to sense another being’s death
whispers from oblivion’s choir: unmake yourself
the forest remembers where the witch has passed trees scarred
anarchy blooms in every field: wildflower uprising
it drifts low a predatory cloud heavy with ancient gravity
you may descend the abyss either by invitation or by simply forgetting your humanity
mist and temple incense dance to the sensual song of dawn
you finish the carving of a sigil and it finishes you
elancharan gunasekaran 