moth priests of summer feeding the fire in ritual sacrifice
Tag: fantasy
what if the voices in your head form your community
rain stains the lens and the world we knew turned grim and grey
a mist covered hill dreams of becoming the sea someday
the cobbled path into nothingness eats at the soles of pilgrims
paper lanterns pulse and orbit a dreaming corpse
the summer fog constructs false memories of pleasure
the sea froths and forges daggers of icy currents
a spell of moonlight backfires flesh begins to rust
summer after dawn bones bloom in apology
elancharan gunasekaran 