tip of tongue curls and strikes at the very air setting invisible worlds on fire
Tag: fiction
dead dialects blew through the city grim on pale winds
to hunt the unseen you must teach your eyes to unsee reality
a wedding ring a war banner and a weeping tree swept away by cold waves
unwalked cities and unborn rivers hung in misty frames along a quiet corridor
clouds study gravity the way saints study sin
the parasite clings to walls to clouds to those who deny their true nature
memory like the cold sea refuses to stay buried
the smell of incense rife with wicked schemes of mad gods
wounded in the war you never fought sliding down the rabbit hole of trauma
