on streets paved with tongues you are either shadow or dead
Tag: fiction
hands become a labyrinth as bones sing in worship of winter’s coming
an oath sharp as thunder’s spine chaos rides its warhorse upon fallen stars
only the villain crowned in ash dances upon the unravelling
the sun dies each day for this: as rivers became veins of fire
a laugh that cracks mountains a laugh that swallows gods the wyrm wakes
a maiden with a thousand faces sits in silence waiting for the darkest night to arrive
when you truly begin to understand that the quiet is part of the chaos
bodies dissolve into soft pink mists battleships torn asunder
here lies a universe untamed a galaxy undone by its own children
elancharan gunasekaran 