another mouth of many stitched to the ribs whispers of: daggers in the dark
Tag: fiction
cold glow of grey a menagerie of extinguished suns kept in cages
a sliver of winter lives on in grey reflections of liquid and glass
the ritual gaze into the abyss and then: birdsong
the wraiths of night have followed me from bed to light
ghosts haunt the alleys between coffee shop tables driven by a phantom hunger that is seemingly present to the watcher’s good eye
dark before dawn glass towers reflect the solitude of another world
quiet now the pilgrim sleeps undisturbed upon a bed of thorns
binary sensations rendered in a computational simulation: sweet dreams
the cold metal gaze offers no warmth but the silence and security of algorithms
elancharan gunasekaran 