lips burn as serpents and scaled beasts slither free reshaping reality
Tag: fiction
the noon drizzle disturbs the old gods sleeping in the dust
buries itself deeper in the throat of the elder elm the living blade refuses death
the first spell was a scream not meant to rule but to rupture the minds of the invaders
bones the spectrum of light keeping the spring sky aloft
ocean waves shimmer slick with lunar sweat and warm drafts that spring brings
you open your eyes and the world sways from frost to birth
fearless and leaf woven she carries the will of the wild
a nameless traveller finally realizes his name and is reborn as spring’s birdsong
bask in the mockery and reinvent a fate that is seemingly impossible for this flesh to conjure
elancharan gunasekaran 