a black that feels deep green: summer crow tilts its head and concurs
Tag: creative writing
gaze long enough at glass towers and you’ll find that the other world has always been in plain sight
a salve like no other kind words and gentle first light
woke up to a silly thought: madness matters
coffeeshop now ground zero for the heralds of chaos
silence like plague spreads from the forest grim and into the hearts of frail men
if quiet is to reign then keep in mind the rule of dark: absolution
summer: diving the depths of skin in your temple of flesh
under layers and layers of dark limbs you will find: warmth
undone by the carelessness of this summer night
elancharan gunasekaran 