clouds dream of fires spreading across the summer sky
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
something to confess: bones rattle violently