fiction – Page 97 – elancharan gunasekaran

a face stitched of clouds plants a chair in the desert

roots wrap bones as chaos grows in the belly of the earth

lightning cracks open the sky’s spine revealing night’s hunger

fish scales shift from shimmer to dust and the sea becomes a mouth with too many tongues

waves collapsing into waves until the idea of form is drowned

gather all the sounds you can hear in a box and watch it carefully for movements

the lion’s mane erupts in flames and the moon melts into sand

the fullstop is hidden in plain sight waiting to explode in your liver

seaweed run feral through the streets snapping at the heels of the sun

reflecting too many skies we collapsed into sleep