cratered skin made supple and fine by borrowed light she comes out to play
Tag: Elancharan
pelagic thrashing under calm waters on this full moon night
with each breath we draw into our hearts the soul of winter
the bone rattling shrieks of feathered banshees: top of the day to you
like clockwork this body reacts to the tiniest sensations sparks that fuel life
waking from fire and stepping into the void
cold winds flow with predatory grace late into the morning
winter after dawn i wake only to find that the forest has moved on
we are bearers of the void accept that within the hollow of flesh and bone are caves of silence
the cup grows warm with magic and time pauses for a sip
elancharan gunasekaran 