come dawn she births a swarm of shadows in her splintered name
Tag: fiction
each note a fine thread that tangles in the root of throats
he whispered a language that has no mouth like a serpent shedding skin on stone
she was a tempest of strange rites feared and revered like no other
ghost fishes drift through paradise each carrying a shimmer of moonlight in their scales
tonight the dragon breathes fire into hollow bones bringing life back to the broken
midnight her hands woven with ivy and bone she calls out to the wild things
take thy crown and lose your name you are nothing but endless
i write these words in the hope that they may cull your flesh of ego
this day today in this very moment the breath of chaos is calm and warm
elancharan gunasekaran 