the village glows in the dirt ash and ember taking turns to speak
Tag: fiction
tongues still smoulder after igniting belief
the smiling hunter becomes a constellation his arrow nocked and ready to rain hell upon the heavens
the harvest never ends some bones hum others curl like dried leaves
entire generations disintegrate and displaced by rising salt winds
midnight the oceans sang as if pulled by a tide of longing for something darker than its depths
tip of tongue curls and strikes at the very air setting invisible worlds on fire
dead dialects blew through the city grim on pale winds
to hunt the unseen you must teach your eyes to unsee reality
a wedding ring a war banner and a weeping tree swept away by cold waves
elancharan gunasekaran 