winter like a necrotic spell burns slow in our bones
Tag: fiction
will darkness remember its role after we’ve left this world for the next
the riot of tides in the absence of the winter moon
mid dream the biting cold interrupts a blissful sleep
grey streets littered with them fallen from grace the wingless and faithless what will it take to light a little fire in their hearts
fog trap the face of the culprit never fades
dry eyes oh winter sky would you cry for me
we’ve walked a long way now and arrived at the soul of winter
each word a brick a beam a foundation driven into the space of void to create a world for the reader
the battle with sleep drifts out of focus until only nothingness remains
elancharan gunasekaran 