the cold bleeds into the river and embraces bare feet
Tag: fiction
the birth of silence tastes like ash harvested from the fires at the end of time
serpents in the mist soak in monsoon’s thunder
a gentle reminder: don’t forget to feed your fire
watch as flesh crumble under the gentle drizzle
winged gods dissolve midflight and a ball of smoke pretends to be the sun
waves split the summer sky as fire drips from the marrow of the divine
mistborne serpents coil and drag us from bed to river’s edge
like wounded beasts we writhe in the pale fire of morning
the last warm tide of summer brings fishsong to frail bodies
elancharan gunasekaran 