Tag: fiction

waning moon moths eat at and die by the same light of summer

with each strike the hammer breeds sparks of molten insects

silver fish implode from the white static of frothing waves

a full bodied venom that spells: i belong to you

beneath the summer moon’s gaze shadows spar on soft padded walls

prayers blossom into fire and ash ready to alter the events of reality

auroras do not simply disappear they are dragged back to warm caves and laid to rest

candles hiss with delight and the black of wax drips down chains to kiss flesh raw

clouds peel open like raw fruit revealing the sweetness of day

after dawn the bare earth downloads lightning into its maw