Tag: fiction

there are places not kingdoms but kings and royalty who reign supreme over the bare and mundane

the forest devours its own every grass blade remembered for its sacrifice

my people roam these lands with their heads cradled in soft arms

mynahs whisper the delight of exotic flesh wrapped in aromatic leaves

stars flicker gently and the fog reveals a kinky rumour

wild whispers reshape the summer shoreline

you wear the seasons wrong and summer forgets you

speak soft and the bones of the forest align to listen

the river wasn’t where it was supposed to be this morning flowing free from the third eye of foreheads