freedom – Page 109 – elancharan gunasekaran

magic or madness i cannot say the tongue burns on something older than fire

the soft light of day on untamed roads snaking into oblivion

bones abandoned cracked open slow by time’s teeth

touch alone tells a tale of leaves burnt blue by the echoes of lost gods

fire between letters and the breath between words to give meaning to madness

in the absence of breath nothingness can win a war

in the chaos of unmaking a dryad laughs herself into dust

one last hunt: the winter seas bloom and froth fangs of salt upon mortal shores

the lungs of the slumbering beast reshapes the wind and the land ripples in terror

every sigh and word is a door and doors are hungry things eager to devour your soul’s essence