too much of silence and moss begins to grow on expired tongues
Tag: fantasy
a bell chimes and a swarm of dragonflies explode from your ribcage
summer a tree exhales your secret aloud
summer you linger close enough and skin ignites
the sky glitches and every step in this wasteland is trespass
you read the fires wrong and above you the moon grinds its teeth
you taste the color of exiled minds and consciousness turns grey
ghosts of summer knock politely and slip through the door crack
the untamed sky unbuttons over a wildflower field
like a fable your wear summer’s fog