creative writing – elancharan gunasekaran

the clouds have calmed but the storm still possesses me her wrath gives no quarter and her thunder reverberates in every waking cell

mind body soul: only the sound of the conch echoes in the morning wind

i wake as if these limbs have never known cold but only the vigor of carnal fires

the winter sun has yet to rise and here i walk this earth bare and innocent

to the fires of lost causes this soul is drawn to

darkness consumed: i can tell by the taint in your eyes your lust for broken worlds

winter’s soul lets go: birdsong and warmth feels like a dream

the winter light at work distilling grey tides of gloom

dark skin deep crawl from flesh to subconscious peeling away at the layers of trauma

shadows and dreams of tyranny fill the void left by the moon