river crows en masse not to greet the dead but to nudge the living into the afterlife
Tag: creative writing
dusk we can barely contain our urge to seek the hum of machines
more than delusions the prospect of serpent tongued dangers
night seeks the confines of our flesh for a tasteful encounter
outgrow my madness and I just might call you: friend
displays of the morbid dark by sanctified divinities
dark before dawn from hallowed ground crows depart
your benign face hides the baleful demons of this wintry hour
rooftop dark shadows collude and condemn the living flesh to terrors
within a mental frame i put your kind words on pedestal and pray
elancharan gunasekaran 