the tethered stillness of this autumn morning earns its wreath and halo
Tag: fiction
fire’s final apology: beauty survives as dust and ash
your lullaby gently resurrects pale petals of autumn
light learns to surrender and darkness becomes kinder unknowingly we invent gods mostly mad to the bone give them a place in our hearts in the name of sacrifice and when everything comes crashing down we hunt and stake: godkillers we become
her childhood the sweetness of honey and the years after a dance of wildfire now the queen bee hums in my skull
the night sky is the belly button of a sleeping god lying on its stomach strangely hollow and yet filled with bizarre wonders
a beam of bone white mercy cuts through the dark to reveal the fangs of a treacherous coast
petals rotate like clockwork life runs on color and rust
she draws silence from the well of the void her tiny frame working the worn ropes an eternity of labor she never tires a wry smile breaks across her face as the bucket empty but heavy emerges
cinder and ash morning smells like damnation of burnt ruins
elancharan gunasekaran 