dust and scorn in the wake of the new moon night
Tag: freedom
spring the spider under the rock will tell you of the secret lives i’ve lived
a problem of bare bodies where do i start upon this map of flesh
will you sit and sin and hum with me until the pain passes
expand and fill the domain of lies bringing to life the absurd
almost spring soft and hurried pleasures of night
winter at dawn the crows of gentrification searching your pockets
winter when you go would you take us with you
boxed in by the winter night and stealing your chivalries
for the arts we scream and sink into the very stage we were birthed from
elancharan gunasekaran 