tremors on stage my bad just ants marching
Tag: creative writing
autumn’s crescent smiles where you stand
describe autumn: cold fires
autumn the drizzle stopped midway to dream
autumn the thunderstorm a glimpse of bombs dropping in paradise
flash frozen flesh the blackout after the thunder
the storm pours herself into the empty spaces filling it with rage
a tale of bare bosoms adorned with night’s scribbles
to the place where dreams dawn after night falls
nothing more to say to the voices and yet the demons squeal
elancharan gunasekaran 