from things that shed scales i learned love
Tag: fiction
the bog witch reassures us: identity my love changes with the seasons
in dreams we dance along the fair folk to unlearn human barriers
wrapped in the tendrils of incense the body remembers rituals never taught
the autumn forest has always been a safe place for unfinished forms
like berries you’re warned not to taste: poisonous lips
feels like a mad dream when a pause in eternity allows for warmth and birdsong to return
lose ourselves to the vastness of the void where the subconscious outgrows morality and mortality to conquer the weakness of flesh
grim descension found every version of myself alive and breathing
in a cathedral of impossible anatomies devotees come bearing a broken piece of something found along the pilgrimage to the patchwork lord a sundered leaf an orphaned petal a fragment of a mind battlefield appendages abandoned cast out and now finally a place to call home
elancharan gunasekaran 