eyes like windows shatter before dawn as angels fall
Tag: fantasy
tied a red thread to my tongue and spoke until my mouth was full of knots
crack open the earth and we’d all tumble in lost in dirt
our hands are mist separating the night and seas
we bury the moon each night and it grows through our ribs
when the flame forgets it’s a flame will the wax harden with vengeance
roots clutch earth like a body that knows its grave
saltwater dreams somewhere a bird forgets its wings
there is no darkness only flesh pretending to be alive
we too are seeds waiting for wildfires to cremate us