with every toll of the bell rain buries an empire beneath secrets
Tag: fiction
end of the path pilgrims blossom in screams
hatched a pair of thunderbirds in my dream each wearing a robe of cinders that hummed of ash and electricity
after dark they salt their shadows to keep the forgotten things out
dying worlds crack like beetle shells between her teeth
a beast the shape of a question yawns and reality forgets
what of the mad gods you ask: they melt into puddles at the edge of the void
godly halos pawned for riddles and miracles eaten by stray dogs
a language of fungus and howl escapes the dead god’s maw
your shadow crawls where you refuse to go
elancharan gunasekaran 