fiction – Page 70 – elancharan gunasekaran

a fox with three eyes swallows the moon its belly becoming a voidborn cocoon

misty serpents descend from storm clouds and coil seductively around the winter sun

hexes multiply from bone to marrow the wild geometry of hunger plagues this frail body

an unfinished spell hangs in limbo between the pale of parted lips

a shape that means nothing a whisper that burns the homonculus mocks the very existence of humanity

the winter sky bleeds grey from the unbearable weight of unsaid words

the cold seas grew tendrils and rolled bones across the seabed

black lines breathing rivers through corridors of ash

winter at dusk the fire burns differently when no one is looking whispers of dancing and celebration fill the solemn temple of flesh

would you believe me if I told you that the dragons disappeared into the silver between the lightning