Tag: fantasy

prayers blossom into fire and ash ready to alter the events of reality

auroras do not simply disappear they are dragged back to warm caves and laid to rest

candles hiss with delight and the black of wax drips down chains to kiss flesh raw

clouds peel open like raw fruit revealing the sweetness of day

after dawn the bare earth downloads lightning into its maw

a light is lit in the hollow of a cosmic skull and the world we know wakes to the idea of a new dawn

a hand in the mist writes futures branching upon a canvas of glass towers

little red riding hood always knew what she wanted to be when she grew up: a wolf

late summer mynahs grow bolder looting and setting bins on fire

smoke fills latex bodies as bronze honey drips from soft walls