the cold seas grew tendrils and rolled bones across the seabed
Tag: fiction
black lines breathing rivers through corridors of ash
winter at dusk the fire burns differently when no one is looking whispers of dancing and celebration fill the solemn temple of flesh
would you believe me if I told you that the dragons disappeared into the silver between the lightning
a vow- not to be hunted not be tamed never to sleep under the banners of fragile men
the prophecy was torn in half each half transformed into a phoenix that lived for a few breaths and turned into ash and from the ashes the prophecy was made whole again
only you bare skinned and burning dancing at the edge of the world
in the marrow of the forest sentience grows veins of mycelium untangle from nature’s web
a beast with antlers of smoke slumbers under the watchful gaze of seven suns
speak thy precious name and sip chaos from the river’s mouth
