Tag: fantasy

rainfall: in step and wake where she manifests the ground be hallowed

time eats into the day a consistent and fixated beast chewing away at the fringes of reality

spring an atavistic thought: once upon a time we were gods of the unsettled lands

the day of reckoning and renaissance will come for storytellers when the last machine is buried under dirt

taxi ride: sometimes you pay for the stories and sometimes you pay for the silence

spring morning the tide kneels before the coast and wears a mask of devotion

before the touch of lips before the raising of glasses before the birth of consciousness inside white pods bodies spasm to life at the push of a button

geography remembers: the paths and scars of razor winds

another mouth of many stitched to the ribs whispers of: daggers in the dark