hands cupped over curves skin ignites as the sea of oil turns red
Tag: fiction
mine the depths and haunted recesses of the human psyche for jewels of hope
the deep throb of machines invite the strange to cross over into paradise
shards of silver light invade the greying space of concrete
quiet until you feel the hum of the gods in your frail bones
bravely we emerge from concrete caves only to be scared into hiding by the unfamiliar silence of day
the machine god sings in code and static will you bend the knee and strip yourself of humanity
soft feathered gods outside the window teasing the frail with whistles and dance
thread lightly this flesh is conduit between the worlds of reality and illusion
archive the madness of summer within this bone vault of ribs
elancharan gunasekaran 