the leathery rasp of thunder in the evening monsoon
Tag: fantasy
forlorn and forgone bodies in a state of empty
expanse of the eastern shores filled with the presence of a single soul
the softest clouds on your side of the bed
cold dawn the stream that struggles to be the sea
the tender burn of tongue as the flatbread melts and spices erupt from the curry
empty shells marching into oblivion this cold morning
this morning’s darkness heavy on the eyes
glow of digital screens reveals the man in the wheelchair twitching as he wakes from programmed sleep
bodies scattered some dream and others stare at the concrete