a cup of silver that steams in moonlight and is always filled to the brim with godly ale
Tag: art
the parasite clings to walls to clouds to those who deny their true nature
memory like the cold sea refuses to stay buried
the smell of incense rife with wicked schemes of mad gods
wounded in the war you never fought sliding down the rabbit hole of trauma
a hallway filled with phantoms incorporeal statues of you feigning your innocence
on a single thread of certainty the eternal flame feeds
as the sun sets brittle birds settle in a glass jar to measure the eternity of night
the child you never named blooms sharp unapologetic and somehow still beautiful
eyes like bruised starlight solemnly speak of ancient ways
elancharan gunasekaran 