buries itself deeper in the throat of the elder elm the living blade refuses death
Tag: fiction
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
the forest grim as witness a protodravidic goddesss rids herself of her captors’ chains and conceptualises their death
magic or madness i cannot say the tongue burns on something older than fire
elancharan gunasekaran 