a place for my head until the screaming winds leave
Tag: fiction
night’s lawn we shred the moon to ribbons
unhitched world if wars are what it takes to unite humans
slip down into the underside and remember to feel nothing
in the beginning what came first the moon of course
scalpel eyes that carve away at the illusion do you see it as i do
last days of summer the tongue becomes an extension of the blade
feelings consumed raw by the moonlight
hugging the shoreline until the first rays of light drive the demons from the bay
pleasure is a sleepless night amongst rough waves
elancharan gunasekaran 