Tag: creative writing

dust masquerades as temporary gods floating dangerously in the light

if only i knew the answer to this quiet rebellion: rainfall

at the end of day cities just dream of walking away from it all

manuscripts fed to the pyre outdated rituals rot in golden jars

every hour the forest grim invents new ways to kill

clouds dream of fires spreading across the summer sky

there are places not kingdoms but kings and royalty who reign supreme over the bare and mundane

the forest devours its own every grass blade remembered for its sacrifice