owls ignite mid flight and i think it is time we leave behind the madness
Tag: freedom
i’ve seen old gods drown in prayer and silence is all the comfort we can offer them
like prophets on fire ants march to the last songs of summer
a city of scale breathes fire and smog where children chase fanged shadows on cobbled cinder streets
a full bodied venom that spells: i belong to you
beneath the summer moon’s gaze shadows spar on soft padded walls
prayers blossom into fire and ash ready to alter the events of reality
auroras do not simply disappear they are dragged back to warm caves and laid to rest
candles hiss with delight and the black of wax drips down chains to kiss flesh raw
clouds peel open like raw fruit revealing the sweetness of day
elancharan gunasekaran 