Tag: fiction

to walk among dead stars is to leave your humanity behind

antler maze now home to night’s children the jealous gods watched as they grew wild and free

spring rain serpent limbs unravel with a cryptic gaze

borders burst into pollen the pilgrim’s path erasing lines and boundaries

mantras mutate mid ritual

a fae child learns to play the spine each note a wrinkle in time

demons no longer hide from day and soil sees more than the sun

every feather cast out into the wilds is a map to a god exiled

fragments of unfinished people carried by the cold spring tide