Tag: fiction

shells hum and stars brown in his absence father salt lays at the depths of oblivion in dreams of endless war

hands held close to heart and subesequent murmurs the chaos contained

bones float beneath the lilies carrying whispers to a dark place

petals open inside your skull what more is there to say

ash forms the shape of devotion smothering mortal flesh in cinders of the endtime

frail pale hands reach through the mist to touch the light

your heart drums its hardest you hear it in your skull and the street you walk has memorised your heartbeat

predator winds of autumn come seeking the source of joy the humming of a fire

summer’s fire hums gently from beneath a stone in the zen garden

she carries a lantern not of light but of voices that hum and lead the way in the dark: follow the voice please the light is divine’s end