dying worlds crack like beetle shells between her teeth
Tag: fiction
a beast the shape of a question yawns and reality forgets
what of the mad gods you ask: they melt into puddles at the edge of the void
godly halos pawned for riddles and miracles eaten by stray dogs
a language of fungus and howl escapes the dead god’s maw
your shadow crawls where you refuse to go
dark before dawn i stepped inside a prayer of roots
salt winds returned with your voice
i offered salt and the seas offered song
dusk reveals a second sun under the sand
